“He is my son.”
“He made his choice.”
“No.”
I stepped toward Grant.
“You made it for him.”
Grant’s expression hardened.
“I gave him a push.”
“You lied to an eighteen-year-old who already believed he was a burden.”
“I gave him a chance to start over.”
“You manipulated a hurting child.”
“He was legally an adult.”
“He was still my child.”
The words echoed through the room.
“Maybe Leaving Was Good for Him”
Grant looked at Eli.
“You’ve done well for yourself.”
Eli did not answer.
“You came back stronger.”
Grant shrugged.
“In some ways, maybe leaving was the best thing that happened to you.”
I stared at my husband.
Even now.
Even after everything.
He still could not admit what he had done.
Eli spoke.
“The note I left said, ‘Please don’t look for me.’”
He looked at me.
“I meant for a few days.”
I stared at him.
