I followed him.
Behind us, I heard my mother crying.
I heard Aunt Monica arguing with my father.
And I heard one sentence that stayed with me.
“I thought you said Mom would never find out.”
For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel responsible for fixing my family’s problems.
I went home.
Grandma was sitting in her favorite chair beside the window.
She looked up when I entered.
“Are they angry?”
“Yes.”
She nodded.
“Good.”
I sat beside her.
