I saw his face crumble.
“Listen to it. All of it. And then you decide if you want us to meet at the notary’s office tomorrow with your wife present or if you’d rather we talk just the two of us first.”
He stood up, staggering a bit.
He grabbed the USB drive and the notebook.
“Mom, Monday at 10:00 sharp. At notary Selenus’s office. You decide who comes with you.”
He walked to the door.
He stopped with his hand on the knob.
“Is there anything I can do to fix this?”
“Yes,” I said. “You can learn. You can change. And you can teach your children that elderly people are not furniture. That your mother was not a servant. That love and respect are not optional in a family.”
He left without another word.
Linda sat next to me and held me as I cried.
“Did you do the right thing?” she asked softly.
