“I heard you two last night.”
Mark appeared behind her.
“Who told you?”
“Nina, I was going to explain.”
Emma looked between us.
“So that’s why Sophie hates us?”
“No.”
Mark sighed.
“Emma, Helena needed help. That’s all you need to know right now,” Mark said.
“Nina, I was going to explain.”
Emma looked at him. “So they took your money, and Sophie still decided I wasn’t good enough for her birthday?”
“No,” I said before Mark could answer.
He looked at me.
“Needing help wasn’t the problem,” I told Emma. “Helena should’ve told me about the money. But your dad also started acting like helping gave him a right to make decisions for Sophie.”
Emma stared at Mark. “What decisions?”
“Needing help wasn’t the problem.”
“College. Classes. What she should study.”
“I gave advice,” Mark said.
“And when Helena stopped taking it, you stopped helping Sophie.”
“I said I’d help if I could.”
Emma’s voice dropped. “Did you really tell Sophie you’d help with college? Even the deposit? Dad, we’ve never had that conversation for me…”
“I gave advice.”
Mark hesitated.
“I told her I’d do what I could.”
Emma looked at me.
“So she didn’t hate me.”
“No.”
“She just let me think she did. Because of you.”
Mark hesitated.
“Yes.”
Emma wiped her face and left the kitchen without another word.
The second she was upstairs, I turned on Mark.
“You know what’s worse?”
He looked exhausted. “What now, Nina?”
“For about five minutes last night, I thought you might’ve had an affair with Helena.”
“What now, Nina?”
His face hardened.
“And somehow, this is worse.”
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