My Kids Said I Needed to Stop Calling Them, So I Called My Lawyer Instead – Middle Aged Club

He looked at me.

“Say it.”

He blew out a slow breath.

“I thought you were going to be okay,” he said. “After the hospital thing. You texted. You sounded fine. You said it was nothing.”

“I said I was home. I didn’t say it was nothing.”

“I read it as nothing.”

“Because you wanted to.”

He did not deny this.

“I was in the middle of a project,” he said. “It was a genuinely bad week at work. I know that’s not an excuse. I’m telling you the sequence of things in my head, not telling you the sequence was right.”

“What was more important about the project than your mother in the hospital?”

He was quiet for a long moment.

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing was more important. I made a bad call. I made a series of bad calls over a long period of time and I kept telling myself I would make up for them later, and later kept moving.”

Jennifer had lifted her face from her hands. She looked at her brother and then at me, and in her expression was something I had not seen in a long time, the youngest version of Jennifer, the one