“Mom, stop talking.”

“You told her to stop crying,” I said, turning to the second page of the text log.

“And then you wrote to your son that she was being ungrateful.”

“You’re unstable, Hannah,” Patricia said, jabbing a manicured finger at my chest.

“You’re an absent mother who cares more about the Army than her own family.”

“You left her there to starve so you could drink on a boat,” I said.

The man standing by the trash can let out a sharp breath and turned to stare right at Derek.