Her voice trembled, but she continued.
“I also remember you telling me that you couldn’t look at me anymore. I remember watching you walk out of this house while our daughter asked whether you were coming back.”
My father looked down.
“I made a mistake.”
“No. You made a choice.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing.”
He stared at her.
“Nothing?”
“I don’t want your money. I don’t want your apologies if you’re only offering them because you need a place to sleep. And I don’t want you to pretend that returning here makes you a good man.”
He glanced toward Morgan.
“So this is what it’s about? You replaced me with him?”
My mother shook her head.
“No one replaced you. You left the place you once occupied in our lives, and we learned how to live without you.”
Then she said something I would remember for the rest of my life.