Eleanor set her booklet down on the table and met my eyes without blinking.

“A mother has to protect her son’s standing in the business world, Sarah.

You were already self-sufficient.”

“You lied to me for eight years.”

“It wasn’t a lie,” she said, laying her palms flat on the edge of the table.

“It was a management decision.

You had a guaranteed career in the Army with full medical benefits and housing provided by the government.”

“You told me my uniform was an embarrassment.”