At first I refused because the idea of seeing her again made my chest tighten with anger. After discussing the situation with Anthony Fletcher and Caleb, however, I agreed to attend a supervised meeting inside the correctional facility.
The visitation room contained a thick glass barrier separating us, and when Monica entered wearing a plain prison uniform she looked older and more tired than the polished woman I remembered. She lifted the phone receiver slowly and said through the glass, “Brooke, I know you hate me, but you deserve to know something about your father.”
Caleb picked up another receiver beside me while Gregory Dalton observed quietly from the wall. I kept my voice steady as I asked, “Why should I believe anything you say now?”
Monica inhaled deeply before replying, “Because the truth no longer protects him, and I am tired of carrying his secrets.”