My voice was barely above a whisper.
Marcus straightened his shoulders.
“I was protecting our family.”
“Our family?” I stared at him. “You destroyed it.”
“He was tearing us apart.”
Andrew gave a short, bitter laugh.
“I was 18.”
“You refused to listen.”
“I refused to become someone I wasn’t.”
Marcus pointed at him. “You expected everyone to accept your choices.”
“No.” Andrew shook his head. “I expected my home to be safe.”
Silence settled over the room.
Marcus looked at me as though he still expected me to defend him.
“Liza, you’re only hearing one side.”
I held up the phone.
“These are your words.”
“I was angry.”
“For six years?”
He frowned.
“I never meant for it to go that far.”
I felt something inside me break.
“No.”
He blinked.
“No?”
“You don’t get to rewrite this.”
I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself.
