“Because if we do it that way, it stops being mine and turns into a whole big move.” I get my hair pinned back up. “It becomes something I did to her. And then she’s in it. I want her to know it had nothing at all to do with them. With any of them.”
Kane’s jaw grinds, but he acknowledges my point with a brief nod.
“I’m not giving her that,” I say. “She’s had enough of my things.”
“Alright,” he concedes. “Go. I’ll follow in a minute.”
I go down first. I stop in the powder room, which Aunt Sherry has vacated, and put my face back together with what’s in my purse. Then I come out, take my chair, and chug half a glass of water.
Kane comes in two minutes later. He sits down beside me, puts his hand back on my thigh, where it was before, and takes up his fork.
Nobody says anything.
But my
