My Son Was Told to Keep a Secret So His Father Could Betray Us — I Made Sure He Never Had to Carry It Again

And then he said the thing that told me, more than anything else, how completely he had detached from reality.

“Tomorrow,” he said, leaning against my counter, “we’ll sit down with lawyers and figure out how we’re dividing the assets.”

“What assets?” I asked.

“The house, for one.”

I almost laughed.

“Solomon.

This house belongs to my father.”

“I’ve lived here for seven years!” he snapped, color rising.