The ResponseI blurted out, “But I don’t know anything about this.”
Etienne Hart leaned forward. “Didn’t you use to live there?”
“Yes! But I don’t know what this could be talking about. The Cathedral doesn’t have so much as a basement. We used to hide in a back room when the tornado sirens went off, with mattress pads atop us. Would my mother have done that if we had some place to go?”
Etienne Hart snorted. “Nothing would surprise me about that woman. First she takes my father from his home and wife —”
I said, “Surely you can’t blame my mother for that —”
“— then she sends you to the home of his worst enemy —”
That stopped me cold. She’d blamed me for everything. But why would she not get me out of here before I signed papers, or go to the Court to claim coercion after, if she had any
