“No, you didn’t.”
His voice remained quiet.
“You planned.”
That silenced her.
Then Vanessa said something I had not expected.
“You always favored Natalie.”
I almost interrupted.
Dad stopped me.
“No.”
Vanessa’s eyes filled again.
“She gets to move away. She gets to call whenever she wants. She gets to show up and be the hero. I stayed here.”
Dad stared at her.
“Stayed here doing what?”
Her mouth opened.
He continued.
“You visited when you needed money.”
“That’s not fair.”
“You borrowed my truck.”
“I helped you.”
“You used my address for two years.”
“Dad—”
“You asked me to cosign Grant’s equipment loan after I told you no.”
Grant stepped forward.
Vanessa grabbed his sleeve.
Dad looked at his daughter.
“Natalie moved away because she had a job.”
He nodded toward me.
“She also called me every Sunday.”
My throat tightened.
“She paid for my hearing aids when insurance wouldn’t.”
Vanessa looked at me.
Dad continued.
“She flew back for my surgery.”
