bewildered.
“You’ve always said yes to them,” he said. “Always helped, always tried to keep the peace.”
“What changed?”
“That version of me is gone.”
I pulled out a chair and dropped into it. “I kept saying yes, hoping someday it would matter. It never did.”
He paused.
“But the house, they’re finished.” My voice was cold. “I want them gone.”
He studied my face. “Are you certain? That’s a major step.”
I held his gaze. “I’ve never been more certain about anything.”
For a second, he looked like he
