I looked directly at him.
“You weren’t wrong about her, Brandon.”
He frowned.
“Being wrong means you honestly believed something that turned out not to be true. But you knew Liam had that money the entire time. You knew Mom didn’t take it. You still accused her, attacked her, and tried to frame her because she wouldn’t give you her savings.”
His face reddened.
“I was just so angry…”
“You were angry because she wouldn’t let you manipulate her. So you tried to break her and regain control over me. That was your biggest mistake.”
He reached toward me across the table.
“Can’t we just find a way to start over?”
For one brief second, memories of the man I had once loved moved through my mind.
But good memories do not erase cruel choices.
“No, Brandon. There is nothing left to save.”
One month after the divorce became final, a small package arrived at our apartment.
