HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

you.”

“You were taking it.”

“I built everything you have.”

“No,” Owen said. “She did.”

Graham stared at him.

Some wounds became permanent in the moment they were inflicted.

I saw that happen between father and son.

I wished I could stop it.

I could not.

Truth did not always heal.

Sometimes it amputated what had already died.

Margaret called for a recess.

Graham continue reading …