“Tell me what’s going on at home, and I’ll reconsider.” “Are you . . . are you bribing me?” “Yes,” she said flatly. “Tell me what you and Elliott are covering up, and I’ll let him come back to school tomorrow.” My mouth dropped open. The room began to spin, and the air felt thinner. “This isn’t fair. I’m not sure this is even ethical.” “Does it matter?” she asked, sitting back. She was proud of herself. She knew she’d already won.
