diner halfway between Denver and Colorado Springs.
She placed her phone on the table and opened the original message.
“We’ve agreed you’re no longer part of the family.”
“I remember.”
She deleted it.
Then she said,
“I thought cutting you out would scare you into helping Ryan.”
“It scared me into finally looking at what I was paying for.”
She cried quietly.
So did I.
But I didn’t restart a single payment.
Today, I speak with my parents about twice a month.
Ryan and I have no contact.
My relationship
