Beside me, I hear Locke draw in a sharp, dangerous breath through his teeth, the sound cutting through the thick, suffocating tension of the office.
“Enough, Willow!” Dad barks.
“No.” She turns on him like a cornered animal. “You brought me here demanding absolute honesty. You said you wanted this cleared up once and for all. Well, here’s your goddamn honesty!”
Her chest is heaving, her pale face flushed red with a sudden, overwhelming torrent of raw emotion. This has all clearly been festering beneath her sweet, innocent facade.
“You have money and protection,” Willow tells me. “You live in a luxurious penthouse. You have a family that has spent your entire life knowing exactly where you were, making sure you were cherished.”
“You don’t know everything about my life, Willow,” I say t
