Chapter 3 - SKYlar TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE I ARRIVED
I took Skylar to a hotel.
Not because our house was unsafe.
Because I needed one night where nobody from Brandon’s family could walk into the room and tell me I was overreacting.
We ordered grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Skylar barely touched hers.
I waited.
Eventually she said, “Are you mad at me?”
That sentence hurt.
“For what?”
“Dinner.”
“No.”
“Grandma said you’d be embarrassed if you knew.”
“Embarrassed by what?”
“That I was disrespectful.”
“What happened?”
Skylar stared at her soup.
Earlier that evening, Gertrude had arrived before me.
I was delayed at an event walk-through downtown.
Brandon had told me dinner would be casual.
Apparently “casual” meant six hundred dollars of seafood delivered from a restaurant Gertrude liked.
Skylar came downstairs wearing sweatpants.
Gertrude criticized her clothes.
Skylar changed.
Then Gertrude told her to set the table.
She did.
Then Hailey arrived and asked Skylar to bring her a charger upstairs.
Skylar said she was hungry and asked if she could eat first.
Gertrude called her ungrateful.
Brandon told her to apologize.
Skylar did.
Then she asked for shrimp.
Gertrude said children who talked back did not get luxury food.
“She made the noodles?”
Skylar nodded.
“Brandon let her?”
Another nod.
That hurt more.
Gertrude was not Skylar’s parent.
Brandon had been acting like one for five years.
He had watched.
Worse, he had participated.
“Did anyone tell you not to call me?”
Skylar hesitated.
“Grandma said you were busy paying for everything and I should stop adding problems.”
I looked away before she saw my face.
There it was.
The household philosophy.
My job was to pay.
Skylar’s job was not to inconvenience the people benefiting from it.
I reached across the table.
“Listen to me. Food is not something adults take away to make you smaller.”
She nodded.
“And you never have to protect me from knowing when someone treats you badly.”
Another nod.
Then she whispered, “Are we going home?”
I thought about Brandon.
The architect.
The card alerts.
“No.”
“Are we leaving Brandon?”
I did not lie.
“I don’t know yet.”
She looked frightened.
I squeezed her hand.
“But whatever happens is adult business. You didn’t cause it.”
That answer mattered.
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Because I was beginning to suspect the dinner had not been the beginning of the problem.
It had merely been the moment I finally walked in while everyone stopped pretending.
