Part 2

Dad’s face hardened. “Too late for what?”

“For pretending this was ever a family conversation.”

Caleb stepped forward. He looked exhausted. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw covered in rough stubble. The smug look had disappeared.

“Rebecca,” he said, softening his voice, “I screwed up.”

I nearly laughed.

“A mistake is forgetting a payment. A mistake continue reading …