She had nothing to say.
“Have I left anything out!” he blared.
“No,” she whispered so hardly anyone could hear.
“Is there anything that I said that wasn’t true?”
“No.” Again she whispered.
“Speak up, I don’t want Hunter and Penny to miss your confession.”
“No. It’s all true,” she replied.
“You come here and judge us, call us sadists and insufferable whimpering fools, I wonder what the truth is here? You’re a slut, a cheap tramp, Gabrielle. Even worth millions, that’s what you’ve become. And bitter too. There’s been no bitterness in this house until you arrived. But maybe that’s just another form of guilt. Maybe you’re transferring the rancor you feel for yourself into bitterness with the world. I’m not a psychologist, but I can imagine you have some kind of pathology in that form. H
