And what did his investigator tell him about Sean’s accident?

Did he know the truth?

If he did, he hadn’t shared it with Margaret.

Which made her wonder if he’d dropped the whole thing or if he was just biding his time to use it against her if she refused to let Margaret see the kids in the future.

She hated not knowing what he really wanted from her.

Bridget called out, “She hasn’t been back to Luke’s place and he hasn’t been to Mom’s in days.”

Margaret must be keeping Bridget up to date on everything Sarah related. Great.

Bridget sneered. “He saw her for exactly who she is. Too bad Sean didn’t sooner or he’d still be alive.”

Jack stared at his aunt, dead quiet and still.

Sarah wondered if Bridget was right.

Rob stepped in front of Jack and stared down Bridget. “You never know when to keep quiet. Not in front of Sophia or Sean’s sons. You used to be nice. Now you don’t seem to care about anything or anyone’s feelings.”

Bridget looked angry and remorseful all at once.

Sarah touched Jack’s back. “Go play with Sophia and your brother.”

Jack ran back to them.

Rob turned to her. “I’m sorry her anger with me has spilled over onto you.”

“She doesn’t like me either.”

“It’s no excuse to say something like that in front of Jack. Or at all,” he called over his shoulder, knowing Bridget hung on their every word. Rob lowered his voice. “If it wouldn’t cause another fight, and Sophia wasn’t so excited about spending a couple hours at the beach with the boys, I’d just take her back with me.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Rob nodded. “Thanks. Ask me, Luke’s a fool. I never believed even half of what Sean told Bridget.”

She touched his arm. “Thanks.”

“Isn’t your girlfriend waiting for you?” Bridget called out.

Sarah removed her hand, angry that she couldn’t even get away with a simple gesture of gratitude without Bridget thinking it meant more.

Rob turned and called back, “I’ll be back at three to pick her up.” He turned and started backing up from Sarah. “You agreed to six weeks of this.” He shook his head, gave her a “you’re crazy” look, then turned and walked off.

Sarah sighed. Then she pulled her shirt over her head, grabbed the sunscreen she’d sprayed all over the boys before they left the house, and applied a generous amount on her arms, chest, belly, legs, and her back the best she could.

“You’re so pale, you’re going to fry out here.” Margaret awkwardly scooted out of her low chair and stood.

Bridget brooded and didn’t even attempt to help her struggling mother up.

Sarah would have tried, but Margaret usually snapped at her for trying to help.

Margaret held her hand out for the can of sunscreen.

Sarah gave it to her.

Margaret surprised her by moving around her, pulling her ponytail off her back, and spraying her down thoroughly. She handed the can back.