“College offers,” I answered proudly.
Liam had barely started reading the first letter before Greg shrugged.
“Good.”
Then, he headed upstairs.
That was it.
No congratulations.
No hug.
No pride.
Just one word.
I watched Liam carefully.
He smiled anyway.
“I guess that’s something.”
My heart broke.
Later that evening, I confronted Greg.
“Could you have acted any less interested?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Our son has schools fighting over him.”
Greg loosened his tie. “So?”
“So? What do you mean so?” I stared at him.
“He’s worked incredibly hard.”
Greg sighed dramatically.
“Cyra, I said good.”
“That isn’t enough.”
“It should be.”
I couldn’t stop myself.
“Would it have been enough if he’d scored the winning touchdown instead?”
Greg’s face tightened.
“This again?”
“No.” I folded my arms.
“This has always been about you.”
He pointed toward the living room.
“I didn’t ask for this life.”
I froze.
