Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs

And I let you do everything for Dad.”

“That’s true.”

“I thought the house was mine because I never asked what Dad had done with it.”

“That’s also true.”

He looked exhausted.

“I want to make things right.”

“Then start by respecting the life I have now,” I answered.

“Don’t ask me to undo it so you can feel forgiven.”