Northâs mom found his stashâright in a fake mailbox in his bedroom. Marijuana and hash andââ
Claireâs gaze fell on Sean, her worst suspicions confirmed. She could barely breathe. Her fingers curled around the strap of a second purse. âIs this true?â
âIt was a setup.â
âA setup. By whom?â
A beat. Just a moment of condemning hesitation. âHis older brother,â Sean lied. âMax hid his stuff in Benjieâs room to fake out his parents. Benjieâs clean. I swear.â He shot his sister a look that could cut through steel.
âMax is only seventeen.â
âYou can do dope at any age, Mom.â
âI know.â She let go of her death grip on the purseâs handle. âThatâs what worries me.â
âWorries you?â
âWhat about you, Sean?â
âIâve never done anything!â Defiance sparked in his eyes.
Samantha started to open her mouth, thought better of it, and sealed her lips.
Sean swallowed hard. âWell just cigarettes and some chew, but you already know about that.â
âSeanââ
âHeâs telling the truth,â Samantha said, her gaze meeting her brotherâs, a secret hanging between them. With a chilling start, Claire was reminded of the secrets sheâd shared with her sisters.
âHow would you know?â Claire asked her daughter.
âI go through his room.â
âYou what?â Sean whispered in quiet fury.
Samantha lifted a shoulder. âAll heâs got is some condoms, a couple of Playboy s, and a lighter.â
âYou sneaking little creep!â Fists clenched in frustration, he crossed the room and loomed over her. âYou had no right to go through my things! You stay out of my room, or Iâll read that damned diary you think is so secret.â
âDonât you everââ
âStop it!â Claire ordered, realizing they were getting nowhere. âEnough! Both of youâstay out of each otherâs things.â Then, to lighten the mood, she added, âThatâs my job. If thereâs any snooping, Iâll be the one to go through drawers and closets and secret hiding placesââ
âOh, sure,â Sean mocked.
âTry me.â
Yanking the rubber band from her ponytail, Samantha checked her face in the mirror and scowled at a pimple as she shook out her hair. âWell, Iâm glad weâre moving. Iâm sick of everyone staring at me and saying all those lies about Dad.â
Give me strength! Crossing her arms under her chest, Claire leaned a hip against the bureau for support. âWhat lies?â
âCandi Whittaker says that Dad is some kind of weirdo, that he did something nasty with Jessica Stewart, but I told them they were wrong; that Jessica used to be Seanâs girlfriend.â
Sean groaned and turned his back on his sister.
âAnd what did Candi say to that?â Claire hardly dared ask.
âShe laughedâa real creepy laugh, it gave me the williesâand then she told Tammy Dawson that I was in a classic case of denial and that she should know because her fatherâs a psychiatrist.â Samanthaâs gaze was troubled, but she lifted her chin, refusing to be beat down by what she assumed were lies about her father. âItâs not true, is it?â Her voice was suddenly so small, her fingers lacing and unlacing in worry. âDaddy didnât do something awful with Jessica, did he? That isnât why you left him?â
Claireâs heart sank. Biting her lip, she fought an onslaught of fresh, hot tears and took Samantha into her arms. Sick inside, she admitted the truth. âDaddy and I had lots of problems, you know that.â
âEveryone does. You said so.â Doubt cracked Samanthaâs voice. Her blond head, so recently proud, bowed.
âThatâs true, honey. Everyone does.