I wanted to interrupt him.
To protect him.
Instead, I remained frozen.
“I know Mom always believed she was hiding your resentment from me,” Liam continued gently. “But walls are thinner than people think.”
Greg swallowed hard.
“Liam…”
My son held up one hand.
“Please let me finish.”
His voice wasn’t angry.
That somehow made it even harder to hear.
“I also know Dad blamed Mom for my disability.”
Several relatives exchanged uneasy glances.
Nora lowered her eyes.
Coach Mara folded her arms across her chest.
Greg forced a nervous laugh.
“Son, this isn’t the time.”
“I think it’s exactly the time.”
Liam’s calm expression never changed.
“You’ve spent 18 years believing Mom took something away from you.”
Greg looked around at our guests.
“Can we talk about this privately?”
“No.”
Liam shook his head.
“You’ve made Mom carry this privately for long enough.”
I felt tears gathering before I even realized I was crying.
