She turned to me, her eyes red and swollen.
“But it wasn’t my house. It was your house—the one you paid for, the one you built. And I was so stupid, so blind, so cruel that I didn’t see it until you left.”
Megan looked at me, waiting for my signal.
I knew she wanted to destroy Emily legally.
She had all the elements to do it.
But something in Emily’s confession, in her broken voice, made me pause.
“Does your mother know how you treated me?” I asked.
Emily shook her head.
“If she found out, she would disown me. She adores grandmothers. She always told me, ‘Treat your mother-in-law how you would want your own mother to be treated.’”
“Wise advice,” I said coldly. “Too bad you didn’t listen.”
“I know.”
Mr. Hector drummed his fingers on his desk.
“Well, we need to resolve the practical situation.”
