My Mother Screamed That I Had an Iceberg Where My Soul Should Be and Slammed the Door Hard Enough to Rattle the Photos — I Stood There Waiting for the Guilt That Always Came, and for the First Time in Thirty-Two Years, It Never Did
There was no tax.
There had never been a tax.
There had only been a woman who had convinced her daughter that she owed one.
Chapter 11 — He Turned You Against Us
“You’ve changed,” she spat, her voice curdling into contempt.
“Ever since you married Reid, you act like you’re too good for the people who made you.
He did this.
He turned you against us.