They had just arrived from out of state.
“Leave the microphone on,” Dad said firmly.
Joe froze.
Tommy looked at me, his voice breaking.
“Mom… you’re always standing alone.”
That hurt more than anything Joe had said.
I gently took the microphone.
“Not tonight, sweetie.”
Then I faced Joe.
“You want a divorce? You’ll get one. But I’m not leaving our home, I’m not surrendering my shares, and I won’t let you use Tommy as collateral damage.”
Tracy stepped forward.
“Joe told me you’d been separated for years!”
“And that’s
