Three days later, Sabrina arrived at my house.
Caleb had returned to his apartment to collect some belongings. Diane had instructed us not to meet with Sabrina about the property without legal representation.
So when I saw her silver car coming down the driveway, I remained behind the locked door.
She stepped onto the porch wearing sunglasses and a beige coat.
There were no cameras.
No wedding guests.
No father standing beside her.
Just a woman who had spent months trying to take something from me.
She rang the bell.
I spoke through the door.
“You need to leave.”
“Irene, please. I just want to talk.”
“Speak to Diane.”
She removed her sunglasses.
Her eyes were swollen.
“Caleb won’t answer my calls.”
“That is his decision.”
“He’s my husband.”
“Yes.”
She waited.
When I said nothing more, her face tightened.
“You could fix this.”
I looked through the glass.
“How?”
“Tell him you misunderstood the paperwork. Tell him Dad was trying to help.”
I felt something inside me become very still.
“You want me to lie?”
“I’m asking you to save your son’s marriage.”
“No, Sabrina. You’re asking me to sacrifice myself to protect you from your own choices.”
Her eyes flashed.
