“He never wanted an apology from your mother, Elena.

He staged the whole thing.

The theft, the accusation, all of it — to frighten her, to make her feel guilty and small and dependent, so she’d hand him what she had left.” The vase.

The accusation.

The two slaps.

All of it, a lever, aimed at a widow’s life savings.

What undid me, sitting with that, was not the greed.

I had known, by then, that Brandon was greedy; the wire transfers and the hidden accounts had settled that.