lie about this, Amber? About your mom paying for everything… about the house.”
“I didn’t lie,” Amber insisted. “I just didn’t explain everything. Your parents are so judgmental about money—about status. They were already looking down on Mom for being a single mother, for her job, for everything.”
Richard Prescott’s tone shifted from authoritative to coldly analytical.
“That she owns the house you’ve been presenting as yours. That she financed the education you’ve been implying was paid for by scholarships.”
I glanced at Richard, surprised by his accuracy. Perhaps Blake’s
