“Yes.”
“I was selfish.”
“Yes.”
“I was scared.”
Grandma looked at him.
“Of what?”
He swallowed.
“Of having nothing.”
Grandma’s expression softened for the first time.
“You already had something.”
Dad looked at her.
“You had a mother who loved you.”
Silence.
“You had a family.”
She took a breath.
“And you traded that for money you didn’t even need.”
Dad began crying.
