“Because I was a coward, Claire,” he sobbed openly, leaning on the kitchen counter to hold himself up.

“I watched the medical bills piling up, I watched you barely make it up the stairs after the emergency surgery, and when Mom offered an easy way out, I let myself believe the lie that it was for Austin’s own good.”

“At exactly what point did you decide Austin wasn’t worth fighting for, Peter?” I pressed without letting up.

“I never thought he wasn’t worth fighting for, Claire, I swear on my life I never thought that,” he begged, reaching toward me.

“Your actions decided what he was worth, Peter, not your empty intentions,” I told him coldly, stepping back out of his reach.