Patrick.
Once.
Twice.
Eight missed calls.
Then texts.
First furious ones.
You’re filling your father’s head with lies.
We can fix all of this in private.
Don’t make a scene.
Then playing the victim.
You don’t know what you’re causing.
My mother is devastated.
You’re behaving worse than they are.
And finally one, at two fifty-one, that made my body run cold.
If you tell them about the trust fund, you’ll sink all of us.
I sat up in bed.
I read it again.
Trust fund.
We had never had that conversation.
I had never used that word with him.
I went barefoot down to the study where my father and Stephen were still reviewing papers. I showed them the text without saying a word.
