“I have no idea.”
“It sounds to me,” she said carefully, her eyes on the picture of my Dad on the wall, “that you loved them all. And like they were about to tell you before this Rachel girl spoiled it all.”
“I think they were. But I can’t forgive them, can I? They played me for an idiot.”
“I know honey, but they also seemed to have chosen very carefully. They didn’t just pick you because they wanted to play with you, it sounds like they wanted something real. Different but real.”
“I can’t believe you’re defending them.” I wasn’t angry, just shocked.
“I know, it’s weird, but I learned a lot from your dad. He was a little wild too, before he got sick. I’ve never been a prude, you know that, but, well, honey, sometimes people make the worst mistakes with the best intentions. Which h
