She interrupts me.
“He didn’t get it for you.”
I blink at her, silent for a beat. Trying to comprehend what she just said. “What?”
“He’s lying to you. I knew it from the start, though I didn’t want to believe it.”
“I don’t understand.” I shake my head, baffled.
Mom glances around as if looking for him before she continues, “I know when your father isn’t telling the truth. He didn’t buy that piece for you. I never thought he did.”
“I’m so confused.” My chest aches. I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment. If Daddy didn’t buy it then…
“It was the Lancaster boy, Wren. It had to have been him.”