Chapter 37
After a couple minutes, my father joined us. Dressed as usual in a dark suit, an elegant shirt, and a discreet tie, he nodded at me and sat down next to my mother.
“Very well, let’s get on with it,” The Senator said.
“How are you, Grandfather? Mother said you are ill?”
“Yes, well, I instructed her to say that. We had to think of somethingto make you return home.”
“What?” My eyes widened. “What did you say?”
“Like your mother told you on the phone, it’s time to stop with the foolishness and get back to work,” my father chimed in.
My hand flew to my ear, and I pinched hard as I tried to process their words. But my brain was sluggish. Uncooperative. “Did I understand you correctly? Did you just say you liedto me to get me back to New York?”
“It’s not a lie when it’s in your best interest, Cory,” my mother explained with a patronizing smile.
“What? It was a lie. Or to put it in a language you might understand: you lured me here under false pretenses.”