“Yes.”
I moved closer. “And you still let our son spend eight years believing his sister died because of some secret he was too scared to name.”
Zane looked shattered. “I thought if I told him the truth, he would think I caused her death.”
He dropped onto the porch step and covered his face with both hands.
I continued.
“What you hid wasn’t the lake,” I said. “It was the pressure. The fraud. The reason you took them there in the first place. You kept telling yourself silence was protection, but all it protected was Dean.”
Zane raised his head. His eyes were red. “I know.”
“No,” I said. “You know now because Jeremy finally spoke.”
“As part of our separation, you transferred your voting shares to me because you said you couldn’t deal with your family clearly. For once, that was honest.”
“Claire, please.”
But I was finished with please.
