"Somebody had to."
"It wasn't yours to decide. Those were our calves. It's our place. You don't get to—" He could not find the end of the sentence. He started over. "You let a thief work in my barn. You let him sit at the table with June. You bought him gloves on my account. You taught my daughter to lie to me."
"I know."
"Don't say you know like that settles it."
"It doesn't settle anything. I know it doesn't." Her eyes were wet now, but her voice held. "I'm not asking you to say I was right."
"Then what are you asking?"
She did not answer. Behind him, Danny Ferris spoke instead, quietly.