He remained silent.
“You let me believe my own son abandoned me.”
“I thought it was kinder.”
“Kinder?”
I almost laughed.
“There is nothing kind about convincing a child his mother is better off without him.”
Marcus finally lost his composure. “I was tired.”
His voice grew louder. “I was tired of every argument, of every neighbor talking, of wondering what people thought when they saw him.”
“There it is,” Andrew said quietly.
Marcus ignored him.
“I wanted a normal family.”
I shook my head.
“You had one.”
He frowned.
“You just refused to accept it.”
The room fell silent again.
Then I walked to the hallway closet.
Marcus looked confused.
“What are you doing?”
I opened the closet and pulle
Without a word, I carried it into the living room and set it at Marcus’s feet.
He looked from the suitcase to me.
“Liza.”
“You wanted my son to leave.”
