(Tracey’s POV)
While Julia was playing nurse, Roger stalked off. I have no idea where he went, but he wasn’t standing there staring at me, so that helped me relax a little. “I’m sorry.”
My eyes snapped up to meet Julia’s as she continued, “For everything. He made me take that job. I was supposed to drive you two apart. But then you fired me so quickly and he went ballistic. He…” She paused, looking down and away as she shuddered.
“... It doesn’t matter. He’s gotten what he wanted. He always does.” She seemed so pathetic right now, a ploy to make me feel sorry for her, I guess. I’m not sure what she thinks she’ll accomplish doing this now, but I just let her talk.
“He wasn’t always like this, you know. We were a happy family, normal. But when he was eight, his father passed and he jus
