"You knew?"
"I knew everything," he said. "And I chose to stand with the person who actually raised me."
She looked between us, searching for a crack, for a way in.
She found none.
"I knew everything,"
"After everything I've done for this family—" she began.
"You've done nothing," I said. "You took. That's all you ever did. And now I'm asking you to leave."
"You can't be serious."
"I am. Leave. And don't come back."
She stood up, her hands shaking with something between fury and disbelief.
She snatched her scarf from the couch and turned toward the door.
"You've done nothing,"
At the threshold, she paused and looked back at us.
Whatever she saw in our faces made her keep walking.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Silence fell over the living room, warm and steady, like a held breath finally released.
Lucas turned to me, eyes shining.
