“But she said I was bad,” Lily whispered, a tear escaping. “She said I was just like my father.”
I froze. That was a detail I hadn’t known. Patricia weaponizing my abusive ex-husband’s memory against a ten-year-old.
“She was wrong,” I said, fighting to keep the tremor out of my voice. “Grandma is… confused. She made a mistake. And bad choices have consequences.”
“Is that why she has to leave the big house?”
