Guilty people usually deny.
“Why was your mother in our bed?”
“She was upset.”
“Why?”
“She had too much to drink.”
“Why was she injured?”
His jaw tightened.
“She cut her hand.”
“And the stain?”
He went silent.
That silence answered more than any confession could.
Then Ethan said something I never expected.
“You need to let this go.”
I almost laughed.
“Let it go?”
“Yes.”
He lowered his voice.
“You’re making my mother look like a monster.”
