Dad let her talk.
That was his favorite method when someone was lying.
He did not interrupt.
He let people add details until the truth had nowhere left to hide.
Finally he asked, “Where are you going right now?”
The turn signal was still clicking.
“We’re driving.”
“I can hear that.”
“To your house.”
Dad looked at me.
“Why?”
“We were worried.”
Grant muttered something.
Dad’s mouth tightened.
“Were you worried before or after you arranged for someone to evaluate my truck?”
No answer.
“Were you worried before or after changing my locks?”
Vanessa snapped, “We haven’t changed anything yet.”
Dad leaned back.
“That is the first useful sentence you’ve said.”
She went silent again.
Then he asked, “Who told you I left the house to you?”
“I saw the documents.”
“What documents?”
“Your estate papers.”
