Chapter 10: Trent Cracks

Brett's mother stayed the night on our couch, and at one in the morning someone pounded on the door.

I looked through the peephole.

Brett stood on the landing with Colin a step behind him.

Both of them were soaked.

"Don't open it," Mom called from the bedroom.

"I'm not."

"Bridget." Brett's voice came through the wood. "My mom isn't answering her phone. Is she there?"

"She's here."

"Then let me in. I'm taking her home."

Brett's mother appeared at my elbow in a borrowed robe.

"I'm not leaving," she said through the door.

"Mom, come on. You're confused."

"I'm not. Open the door, Bridget."

I unlocked it and stepped back.

Brett came in, brushing water off his shoulders.

He looked at his mother, then at the check sitting on the coffee table, and his face went flat.

"You gave her sixty-one thousand dollars," he said.

"Your father did."

"That money was for our wedding."

"There isn't a wedding," Brett's mother said. "You had one on Saturday and it was somebody else's."

Colin stayed by the door.

His eyes moved around the room and landed on me.

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