He didn't even know where she was and she kept my stepfather's name after the divorce so he wouldn't have known about her funeral.
And if all of this were based on lies, then...no, f*****g stop it. That was enough. I knew enough for one day.
Then, my brain continued mercilessly, that made me a thief. No, that wasn't it. It made me a lying thieving w***e who seduced her own father so she could get rich and destroy him. I don't know why I was surprised to discover this, after what I had to do in L.A. to stay off of the street. There it was. The simple truth. Finally.
If only I hadn't already done what I did with him. Maybe then I could have confessed to him. But now? I imagined his face, his kind eyes looking down at me as I told him what I'd done, and why. Telling him about the months I'
