My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

“I made a terrible mistake.”

“You caused the accident that took my mother,” I said.

“You tried to steal the huge settlement meant for my future.

You lied to me for twenty-seven years.”

Gregory looked down at the gray asphalt.

“Why did you hate her so much?” I asked.

“Your mother left me,” Gregory said.

“Not my mother,” I said.