“I’m serious, Andy. You are holding something back from me. Something important. If you can’t tell me, tell the doctor or Ms. Lazzery. Frank. Something happened before Hannah died and you need to tell someone.”
“Nothing happened,” he said behind a clenched jaw. At least he was showing some kind of feeling, even if it was anger. Or maybe fear.
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She wasn’t supposed to pressure him or put ideas in his head. Anything she said about where he should live could be used against her. “I love you and only want what is best for you. I think that is me and if you want that, too, I need your help.”
“Thought you said it was up to the judge.”
What Andy didn’t understand was how much he affected his own destiny. Something she just finally figured out. She knew he was terrified of his father, but she didn’t know why. Her imagination suspected all sorts of things, but she had no proof of anything. She’d seen him hit her sister a time or two, but that was too long ago and Hannah had never done anything about it. Actually made excuses for it.
Andy and Hannah were the only ones who could prove what a jerk Taylor was, but Andy wasn’t talking and Hannah was dead.
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