"Yes."
"You should have told me before you signed anything."
"Yes."
"You should have told me when the account first fell behind."
Allison's green eyes shone. She did not cry. She had always been careful with tears, as if they were a currency she refused to spend where it might look like manipulation.
"I know," she said. "I know all of that. And tomorrow morning your mother will wake up in our guest room and look at me like I threw her away, and you will look at me like I am capable of that, and I will have to live in this house with both of those looks while we figure out what comes next."