“Helen got to you.”
“Actually, your son did.”
Danny’s expression collapsed.
My nephew blurted, “Wait – you have another family?”
I continued.
“Margaret wasn’t your nurse.”
“Please, Claire.”
“She was your partner for almost fifty years. The mother of your children. The woman you built an entire life with while I thought you were dead.”
“You’ve twisted the whole thing.”
“You never married her because you were still married to me.”
Danny said nothing.
“And now suddenly you wanted another wedding. Funny how important our marriage became once Margaret was gone.”
“It’s not true.”
“You had children with her.”
“It’s complicated.”
“No. It was complicated yesterday. Today it’s remarkably simple.”
He stepped closer.
“Let me explain privately.”
“Why? You explained my sister’s supposed betrayal publicly enough.”
Helen cut in.
“Tell her who paid your bills, Danny.”
He shot her a look.
I turned back to him.
