She looked at him with a fierceness that made even me straighten. “You told me I had expired.”
He looked away. “I was angry.”
“You were a self-centered jerk. You still are.”
Lydia crossed her arms, silent.
Dad tried again. “I just thought… I thought I could start over.”
Mom didn’t change expression. “You didn’t leave because I expired. You left because you thought you never would.”
The room went completely still.
For the first time in my life, I saw my father with nothing left—no script, no image, no angle. Just a small, foolish man sitting in the wreckage of his own vanity.
Mom took a slow breath. “I hope you survive what you chose. But I am not part of your solution.”
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