Her Secret Keeper
she said, looking down at her quilt while tracing the stitching with her finger.
My heart was hammering in my chest. All along I believed I had been shielding her from my terrible marriage, but she knew the whole time. How long had she known?
“Plus?” I inquired, eager to hear more of what she knew while simultaneously afraid to know how much was aware of.
“Plus…Griffin told me he saw Dad hitting you a few months ago, at the Moon Light Gathering,” she said, never meeting my eyes.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, biting my lip to keep it from trembling. I could already feel the prickles of tears threatening to escape.
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