his mother like that.
He turned back toward me.
“I met you because of the house. That’s true.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“But I didn’t marry you because of it.”
“You forged papers to steal it.”
His gaze dropped.
“I know.”
“You watched me quit my job.”
“I know.”
“You watched me bathe your mother.”
His face twisted.
“I know.”
“You watched me clean up her fake accidents.”
Tears filled his eyes.
“I know.”
“And every time I said I couldn’t do this anymore, you said—”
My voice broke.
“‘She only
