“I should have listened to you.”
“Yes.”
“I should have stopped her.”
“Yes.”
“I was grieving.”
“No.”
He flinched.
“You were cheating,” I said.
His face crumpled.
“It wasn’t that simple.”
I laughed without humor.
“You slept with Mom’s sister in Mom’s bed.”
His mouth trembled.
“Your mother and I were broken before that.”
“She was sick.”
“She shut me out.”
“She was dying.”
“She wasn’t supposed to die!”