Yeah, betrayal is what it feels like. God only knows, that's how my dad must feel. He didn't like to talk about it much, but it was messy.

[He laughs bitterly.]

Us? No. We didn't have anything like that. My dad owned an auto repair shop. The closest we got to nannies was "Uncle" Bill keeping an eye on us while Dad was busy helping customers. And we went to public school.