“That won’t happen.” His voice is so confident, so assured, that I want to believe it can’t happen. But I can’t.
“You don’t know that,” I say. “And neither do I. Not really. But I can’t pretend that isn’t a possibility.” I swallow. “And we can’t forget about Faith. She came here in pain. I’ve added to that.”
Mack frowns. “That was an accident, and everyone knows it. I’ve explained that to Faith. She’s been through a lot, but she’s a good person; she just needs time.”
My intention to tell Mack about her attempt to kill me goes right out of the window. “Yes. She has. So, like your father, maybe it’ll help if I’m not here so much. I’d still come back to the house in the afternoon to talk to my father.”
Even though I wish I could stay at Adela’s house and not return until Connall and my fa
