Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
I forwarded it to Sarah.
She replied that no response was required.
A week later, Gordon asked whether we could speak privately.
I agreed to meet in a public garden because I wanted to know if anything had changed.
He arrived without a folder or demands.
“I treated you badly,” he said.
I waited.
“I kept saying Mom was difficult because it was easier than telling her to stop.