“He stole from our household.”
“He was trying to help someone.”
“He lied to another woman about divorcing me.”
Margaret went silent.
Then I said the one thing that made her face change.
“And you helped him.”
She stared at me.
“You knew.”
She didn’t answer.
“You knew about the apartment.”
Silence.
“You knew he lost his job.”
Silence.
“You knew about the debt.”
Silence.
“You knew about Rachel.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
And then she whispered:
“He was going to fix everything.”
I stared at her.
“How?”
She looked at Nathan.
He closed his eyes.
I stepped closer.
“How was he going to fix everything?”
Margaret finally spoke.
“With the house.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“What about the house?”
She didn’t answer.
Nathan whispered:
“Mom…”
But it was too late.
I had already understood.
They weren’t trying to make me quit simply because they hated my career.
