where she was living, if she had enough money, or if she needed help.
I just wanted him to come back.
—I’m not coming back, Michael.
-That?
—I need my own life.
—And what are we supposed to do?
I looked out the window of my new house.
The sun illuminated the garden. A cup
The tea was steaming on the table.
I smiled gently.
—The same thing I do, son. Learn to take care of yourselves.
I hung up.
My hands were trembling, but I didn’t regret it.
I still didn’t know if I would ever be able to forgive him.
I also didn’t know if we would ever have a close relationship again.
But I did know one thing: my money wasn’t going to buy my family’s love, nor was I going to use it to try to get it.
If Michael ever wanted to get close to
