My children.
His mother.
Especially his mother.
Nathan swallowed.
“It isn’t what it sounds like.”
A bitter smile touched my lips.
“That’s usually what people say when it sounds exactly like what they meant.”
Someone in the audience whispered, “Oh my God.”
Nathan shook his head.
“You misunderstood the conversation.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
“You said you wanted my house.”
“I was angry.”
“You said you wanted my savings.”
“I didn’t mean it.”
“You said you couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”
His lips parted.
No answer came.
I nodded slowly.
“That’s what I thought.”
Linda suddenly stood.
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