I cut my stepdaughter’s late mom’s dresses

“You didn’t.”

His eyes close for a moment, like he’s exhausted by the conversation already, like he doesn’t have the strength for this, and I feel something inside me crack.

“I’ll fix it,” I say quickly, stepping closer. “I’ll buy her new clothes, better ones—”

“It’s not about clothes,” he says, opening his eyes again, frustration flashing across his continue reading …