She didn’t cheat on you. She cheated on me.” I huff. “No, Dad, you’re wrong. She cheated on all of us.” Conor’s hand tightens on my shoulder. “You have every right to be angry. You both do. We’ll talk soon.” Dad opens the door, steps out into the hall, and shuts it behind him. I turn into Conor’s chest, and the tears stinging my eyes finally slip free while he holds me. “It’s going to be okay. He’s going to be okay,” he says. “I hate her, Conor. Hate her.” He squeezes me tighter. “I know. I know.”
