"Why does it feel like you're pushing me away? What have I — "
She sat down on the edge of the couch, delicately, so the upper part of her butt rested on the tip. Guilt assaulted me, and made me unable to look her way. Was she innocent? Or did she know more than she chose to reveal? And if Wyatt wasn't Frank's father, then who was?
Who else was Helen Williams having an affair with? Or better yet, before Wyatt, who had been spending his nights on her bed?
"You did nothing to me, Lana. Stop stressing yourself."
"Then why this sudden change of behavior? I thought..."
I tilted my head to the side. "Thought what?"
"You said some things last night."
She shook her head then brought her hands to her face, rubbing it before looking at me again. "I don't understand anything. I don't understand you. I mean, I thought I did before, but now... I don't know where I stand. All my life, I've always been in the middle of things I know nothing about. It's not fair."
