The moment I hear my stepfather’s voice on the phone, I realize I should keep walking. I’m not the kind of girl who eavesdrops at all.
I’m the exact opposite kind of girl, actually. I can say with complete sincerity that I don’t intend to eavesdrop at all.
“We’ve been over this,” he says, “and I’m not leaving.”
That stops me. He says, “Hang on. I’m finishing a project. I’m going to put you on speaker but can we change the subject?”
I hear another voice. It sounds familiar. A man’s voice. “Kev, you’ve already done more than anyone has a right to expect of anyone else. Why do you insist on holding on?”
“I made a promise, Billy Boy,” he says. Okay, it’s his brother. It’s Uncle Billy. I like Uncle Billy. I only see him on holidays, but I like him. I don’t like what he’s saying in the
