about money.”
“And that was the fundamental problem, Theresa.”
She slowly nodded. “I know.”
She reached into her purse and removed a photo taken on her phone during the dinner. Everyone was gathered around the table—Lauren smiling, Aaron raising a wine glass, Daniel looking away, and me sitting in the corner before a completely empty white plate.
Theresa placed the photo on my desk. “When I looked at this picture later, I finally saw the monster I had been.”
Tears filled her eyes. “You paid my mortgage. You paid my
