“I only asked questions!”
“You hired a lawyer.”
“I paid for a consultation!”
“Three years ago, you would have trusted me!”
“About a marriage that isn’t yours.”
The tears came back. Round two.
“I was afraid of losing my son.”
I couldn’t help it.
“So you tried to make sure he lost his wife instead?”
Silence. It was the first time I’d ever heard that kitchen without her commentary.
The tears came back. Round two.
Evan held out his hand.
“Give me your key.”
“Evan…”
“The house key, Mom.”
“You’re throwing me out?”
“I’m asking you to leave.”
“Give me your key.”
“Because of her?”
“Because of what you did.”
Her hand shook as she dug through her purse. She dropped the key into his palm.
At the door she turned and tried a hug. Evan stepped back. Just one step.
I’d never seen him do that.
“One day you’ll thank me,” she said.
