“Mom, come home.”
I held the doorframe.
“This isn’t my home.”
“You’re confused. You’ve been grieving.”
“I’m not confused.”
His jaw tightened.
“Daniel has been filling your head with lies for decades.”
“Did you forge my signature?”
He went still.
Only for a second, but it was enough.
“Who told you that?”
“Did you?”
“You don’t understand the documents.”
“Then explain them.”
He glanced past me at Daniel.
“You were always waiting for this, weren’t you? Waiting until Dad died so you could take what belonged to him.”
Daniel’s expression did not change.
“What belongs to Margaret was never yours.”
Bradley laughed, but the sound was brittle.
“Of course. The old lover comes back and suddenly my mother is rich.”
I felt something inside me settle.
“Do not call me rich as though it explains what you did.”
“You gave me permission.”
“I did not.”
“You knew I was handling things.”
“I knew you were my son. I did not know you were stealing from me.”
His face flushed.
“You act like I took everything. I kept this family together.”
“You put me out of my house.”
“It wasn’t your house anymore.”
