keep that company alive.”
“Then tell the investigator.”
“He will go to prison.”
“Is that what you fear?”
Andrew spoke softly.
“Mom, stop.”
Ruth ignored him.
“You were always waiting for a reason to turn against us.”
That sentence hurt because it revealed how she had understood me all along.
Not as a daughter-in-law.
Not as a partner to Andrew.
“I was waiting for a reason to believe you respected me,” I answered.
I spent the afternoon reviewing every document in the file.
The evidence was incomplete, but it formed
