“Otherwise, she wouldn’t have listened.”
I stared at the woman who had supported me during my mother’s funeral.
“You didn’t honor Mother. You used her.”
Sabrina covered her face with both hands.
I turned around and left without trying to comfort her.
Rachel reported the threats to the police.
My father gave me the security camera recordings.
As part of the legal proceedings, Sabrina finally accepted responsibility for all her actions and began therapy.
At first, my father blamed himself.
“I should never have started dating someone,” he said.
I sat down next to him at the kitchen table.
“No. You should have started living earlier.”
