“She won’t tell your father we were kissing, right?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at my sister. “She can keep her mouth shut?” “Duh.” Caoimhe rolled her eyes and popped a grape into her mouth. “I just told you she doesn’t rat. Besides, she barely talks to our father.” “She’s mute with him, too?” “Sometimes.” “Did he hurt her or something?” “No,” Caoimhe snapped, sounding angry now. “Why would our dad hurt her?”
