By the time she finished, I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Months.”
“And Emily doesn’t know?”
“I don’t think so.”
I rubbed my forehead.
“Mom, please don’t mention our conversation to Nathan yet.”
“Why?”
“Because I want everyone to have a chance to speak honestly before he prepares another explanation.”
That evening, I called Sophie.
We discussed what Emily needed and how we could support her without putting additional pressure on her.
By the following morning, arrangements were in place.
Saturday arrived.
I went to Mom’s house early. Birthdayparty planning
She’d prepared roast chicken, potatoes, and enough vegetables to feed a small army.
“Daniel,” she warned, “please don’t argue with your brother.”
“I won’t start a fight.”
“Nathan knows how to provoke you.”
“I know. But shouting never solved anything in our family.”
The doorbell rang.
