“The development would have made you rich,” I finished for him, “while destroying everything your father valued. Everything I valued. You could have had a comfortable retirement, a condo in Florida, no worries except the worry of living with the knowledge that I’d allowed my husband’s legacy to be bulldozed for vacation homes.”
Brandon shook his head as if I were the one being unreasonable. Even now, he couldn’t understand.
“Take the letter and go,” I said. “Read it or don’t, but either way, this is the last time you’ll set foot in this house.”
He snatched the envelope and pushed past me without another word. I listened to his footsteps on the stairs, the slam of the front door, the engine of his rental car roaring to life. Only when the sound had faded completely did I allow myself to sit on the edge of the bed, surrounded by the wreckage of Brandon’s final violation.
