“You’re insane.”

“Am I? Or are you finally being honest with yourself?”

Dave appeared at my side. “What did you just say to my wife?”

Betsy lifted her chin and yelled. “I said what I needed to say. She’s a LIAR!”

“You accused my wife of cheating. You think Timmy isn’t mine?”

“Look at the evidence, son.”

“The evidence? The evidence is that you’re a bitter old woman who just destroyed her relationship with her grandson.”

“Timmy, get your things. Now!” I turned to my son.

He ran toward the house without looking back and returned with his stuff.

The drive home passed in grave silence. Timmy fell asleep in the backseat, exhausted from tears and confusion.

“Fifteen years,” I whispered. “I’ve known her for 15 years. How could she think that about me? About us?”

“I don’t know.”