21. Zoe
Chapter 21 Zoe
Zoe sat on the edge of her bed, listening to every word of the conversation going on in the room beneath her. It wasn’t as if she had a choice but to listen. The wood used in the construction of the boathouse ensured excellent acoustics. Sound traveled easily, and her mother and Nicole weren’t exactly using indoor voices.
She’d heard what her father had said (and it was a weird feeling suddenly discovering that your father could behave so badly: she’d preferred it when she thought he was a perfect human being, although admittedly she’d have to go back a few years for that), and she’d heard every word her mother had said.
She’d sympathized with Nicole because overhearing something like that was major and seriously heavy, and the fact that her mother was upset because Nicole hadn’t told her what she’d seen made Zoe’s skin prickle with guilt.
And it was no good telling herself that unlike Nicole she hadn’t actually overheard the conversation. Maybe she hadn’t known exactly what was going on, but she’d had a strong suspicion. Because she’d overheard a conversation between her father and Avery too. Weeks before they’d visited LA. Weeks before her father had walked out.
And she hadn’t told her mother either.