“What I understand,” he replied, “is that you used my mother. And you lied to me.”
Laura slid a document toward me.
I signed it.
Not out of revenge.
Out of necessity.
Vanessa finally broke down crying when she realized there was no easy escape.
Ryan picked up his keys.
“Tomorrow I’ll talk to a lawyer,” he said. “And you need help, Vanessa. But far away from my mother.”
Vanessa looked at me with exhausted anger.
“This is your fault.”
I didn’t respond.
When she left, Ryan remained in the living room with his shoulders slumped.
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
I placed my hand on his arm.
“What matters now is that you stop ignoring the truth.”
That night we ate soup quietly.
And for the first time in weeks…
my house felt peaceful again.
