“You’ve always been vindictive.”
I almost laughed.
“Then perhaps we’re fortunate I waited seventeen years to show it.”
I hung up.
But Graham still had one final strategy.
Audrey.
I returned from grocery shopping one afternoon and heard voices in the living room.
Graham was sitting across from our oldest daughter.
He had stopped by supposedly to collect several documents.
Instead, he was recruiting her.
“You wouldn’t have to change schools,” he told Audrey. “Your friends are here. Your soccer team is here. Grandma’s here.”
