At Sunday dinner, Dad told 23 relatives: “She’s wo…

sorry,” she sobbed.

“Are you sorry for what you did, or are you sorry that you were wrong?”

She did not answer.

“That’s what I thought,” I said.

My father appeared then, his face drawn.

“Emily, your mother’s right. We made a mistake. A terrible mistake. But you have to understand—”

“I don’t have to understand anything,” I said. “You called me worthless in continue reading …