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

Owen followed me upstairs.

His championship medal hung from one hand. Blackbird’s control tablet was tucked beneath his arm.

“You’re not angry with me?” he asked.

I stopped outside his bedroom.

“For telling the truth?”

“For embarrassing Dad.”

“Your father embarrassed himself.”

Owen studied my face. “He’s going to blame you.”

“Yes.”

“He always does.”

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