Adele’s composure held. “You came here worried about how you’d look in front of your new family. So I wanted them to see the family you left behind.”
Maya rounded on me. “Say something, Robert. Tell her this isn’t the whole story.”
“Oh my God.”
I stood.
“It isn’t,” I said.
Maya’s expression shifted, as if she thought I might come to her rescue.
“The whole story is worse. I begged you to call. I begged you to send cards. I begged you to remember they were little girls, not furniture you left in a house you outgrew.”
Harry turned to her. “You told me he changed his number.”
“The whole story is worse.”
“I kept the same number,” I said. “Same email. Same house. You just preferred the story where I was the villain.”
Maya whispered, “You’re humiliating me.”
“No,” I said. “You built this lie. We’re just standing where it collapsed.”
