They stood in the living room. “You didn’t come for him when he was alive,” she said. “Not once.” That wiped away the smile on his face, “I did what I had to do. I got out.” Elise pointed at him, “You ran.” He didn’t deny it.
Just crossed his arms and turned his head toward the ceiling. “He ever tell you why he locked the attic?” “I asked him once,” Michael continued. “When I was a kid. He slapped me so hard I couldn’t hear out of my left ear for two days.”