stared at her in confusion. “Honey, enough.”
“How long are you going to keep lying?”
But she wasn’t done.
“No, it’s not enough!” she snapped. “How dare you lie to my husband and not tell him what you did to his real son? Tell him what you told me the last time before you left. I confronted Barry about being here the other day while you were in the bathroom. He confessed. I didn’t tell you until now because I didn’t want to hurt you. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore.”
Barry stared at the table.
My voice barely worked. “Barry,” I said slowly, “what is she talking about?”
For several seconds, Barry had a strange expression on his face and didn’t answer. Then he finally looked at me. And what he said next nearly made me fall out of my chair.
“Tell him what you told me
