Amaryllis stepped back so Lucy could come in. "I always knew this day would come," she said and motioned for her sister to take a seat on the sofa.
"So you know? Why then didn't you tell me, Amaryllis? Why hide things from me?"
“Because I honestly believed it wasn't my place to tell you?”
"So you just thought I'd be better off finding out this crap for myself? "
“What does it matter?”
"The why and how matter very much to me, Amaryllis, and you know this. Do you know what it feels like to me? It feels
likeyou're protecting Dad. Why are you?"
"I'm not protecting him, Lucy! I'm protecting you."
“Protecting me from what exactly?”
“Our father, Lucy! He's not a nice man. I would know because-”
“Because of what?”
"No, tell me, Amaryllis, please."
"He blinded you on that day because I wasn't home."
"What does that have to do with anything? I'm not following you!"
"I was the target of his abuse, Lucy. Physical abuse. You weren't acting up that day at all. Dad was just in a bad mood and couldn't find me. I'm so sorry."
"Amaryllis, the only person at fault here for what happened to me is Dad. Not you or Mom. Just Dad, okay?"
“You mean you don't blame me?”
"How could I? You didn't pour drain cleaner in my eye, he did."