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“Yes!”I yelled back.“At least I’m not sitting here blaming everyone for the shitty life I’m living.”
“Shitty.”She laughed.“It’s better than being a whore.”
“Girls!”my father yelled, climbing up the basement stairs.“What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing new, just Wyatt telling everyone how to live their life.”
“Piss off, Morgan.You started this.Dad, you can’t really believe that St.Margaret’s is the best place for Mom.”
“Wyatt, shut the fuck up!”Morgan yelled.
“St.Margaret’s?That’s the state-run place.Your mom isn’t going there.She’s staying right here.”The brochure Leah gave me was sitting next to the groceries I hadn’t put away.My dad picked it up.“Morgan, you promised.You said that if I signed those papers, it would be for the best.”
“Dad.”Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose.
“You didn’t tell him?”I yelled.“What papers, Dad?Christ, Morgan, what the fuck has gotten into you?”
“God damn it, Wyatt, shut the fuck up before I shut you up,” she yelled.
“Morgan, what is she talking about?”My dad picked up the brochure and flipped it over.
“Dad, nothing.Mom’s not going anywhere.Wyatt is confused.”
“No—”
“Wyatt, if you say another word, I will tell Dad everything that is going on in Vegas.Do you understand?”
No one moved.We stood there, staring at each other.
“He has a right to know.Like I had a right to know.”
“Okay, fine.”Morgan turned to our father.“Wyatt doesn’t work at the casino.She’s a prostitute.She gets paid to have sex with men.There, is that what you were talking about?”
My dad turned his faded eyes to me.I could see the disbelief and disappointment.I hadn’t told him to protect him.It was easier.That and he had been so proud that I was working for Maverick Sands.
“Fuck you, Morgan,” I said, brushing by her.
“What, you didn’t want that truth out?”Morgan yelled after me.
I should’ve stayed in Vegas.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
WYATT
November 26
Upstairs, I threw my clothing in the suitcase.She had no right to tell my father that.If I wanted him to know, I would have told him.And I didn’t because him knowing did nothing for anyone.
“Wyatt.”My father walked into the room
“Don’t, Dad.Okay?”I kept my eyes on the floor, unwilling to meet the disappointment in his.
“What is your sister talking about?”
I ran my fingers over the soft cashmere sweater in my hand.All my clothes and shoes, even Julian’s sweatshirt, were soiled by what I had done.“I don’t think you want to know.”
“Is it true?Do you…?”
