“What the hell did you do?” he shouted.
Sadie appeared at the top of the stairs.
I raised one hand gently. “Go back to your room, sweetheart.”
Warren pointed upward. “No. Let them hear. Let them hear how their mother destroyed this family over a dinner plate.”
I set the leather case on the table.
“No,” I said. “I destroyed nothing.”
He laughed sharply. “You think because your father has money, you can embarrass me?”
“My father didn’t take the plates.”
“You walked out!”
“I carried our daughters away from people who were comfortable watching them be degraded.”
“Degraded?” He stepped closer. “You always do this. You take everything personally. My mother was making a point about tradition.”
“She poured scraps in front of our children.”
“They need to learn how families work.”
“No,” I said. “They need to learn how people reveal themselves.”
His jaw tightened.
Then he said the thing he should never have said.
