her erase every trace of Mom piece by piece simply because you were ashamed of your actions?”
He started crying quietly in my kitchen.
For the first time in my life, his tears didn’t automatically pull sympathy from me.
“I really did love your mother, Paige,” he choked out.
“Maybe you did in your own way,” I answered coldly.
“But you completely failed to protect her memory, and you failed to protect me.”
He slowly nodded, accepting the truth in my words.
Then he reached into his jacket pocket and
