“I faced every appointment until he pushed me out.”
Steven picked up the bank statement.
“Sit down.”
“He took Grandma’s money?”
“Yes.”
“But he returned it.”
“The money matters,” I said. “But it wasn’t the worst thing he took.”
Neither answered.
“He took your trust in me, and you handed it over without asking one honest question.”
Hanna’s face crumpled.
“He took Grandma’s money?”
“I thought I was protecting him.”
“So did he. Look where that got us.”
She reached for my hand.
I pulled mine back.
“I love you. But love doesn’t erase what happened.”
Steven looked down. “Can we fix this?”
“You can start by telling the truth wherever you repeated the lie.”
“I love you.”
***
A week later, Hanna asked me to attend a small memorial.
When someone praised Claire for staying after I supposedly left, Hanna stood.
“That isn’t what happened. My father forced my mother away, and Steven and I believed him.”
Steven moved beside her.
“Our mother stayed for 39 years. We were the ones who abandoned her.”
Claire approached me afterward.
“That isn’t what happened.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I believe you regret it. But I’m still working on forgiving you, Claire.”
***
That evening, Hanna asked what I’d do with Robert’s money.
“I’ll keep what belongs to me.”
“And the rest?”
“I’ll decide when I’m ready.”
“I believe you regret it.”
I could understand the fear that drove Robert without calling the damage love.
The next morning, I poured coffee into my own mug.
Robert’s stayed in the cabinet.
