She was self-aware enough, now, to know it wasn't the whole story. The long months of recovery and relative isolation had stripped some things away that she hadn't been able to see before.
But self-awareness did not dissolve the anger. It just gave it sharper edges.
"If I send you this money," she said carefully, "I need to know it's not going toward anything that will bring Blackwood's people directly to us. To me and mother. If you do something that leads them here..."
"I won't."
"That's not a promise, that's a sentence." She kept her voice steady. "I need to know, Dad. We've been careful. Mother gave up everything to come here to be with me and we've been living carefully and quietly and I am not going to let your next plan blow that up."
A pause. "I'll be careful."
"You said that last time."
