You did not offer me a chair.

You did not offer me a glass of water.

You did not say one word about the eighteen years.

You looked at your watch.

Those were your choices, Justin, freely made, and I am not going to stand here and pretend, so that you can keep a house you never loved, that you did not make them.”

“Are you really doing this to me?” he said, and his voice cracked, and for just a moment he sounded like a much younger man, a boy even, astonished that the world had finally handed him a consequence.