Chapter 8
Jean
I talk on as Cara rides out the Jeep ride and whatever emotions she’s wrestling with. I can only imagine her sense of betrayal. For me, “family” is my brother and my close friends. My father never counted, and my mother is dead.
Cara had twenty years of swallowing their lies and believing that they loved her, and now that the roof has fallen in, I’m actually pretty impressed by how fast she’s coming back from it. I can see in her eyes that she’s letting herself start to get pissed off at them. It’s the healthiest thing she can do, as far as I can figure it.
“You getting pissed at him?” I ask as we near the cabin. It’s set back from the road on the edge of a canyon that the road curves around, letting me see any headlights coming.
She gives me a sharp look, but it soften
