The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

“Yes.”

“Were they?”

“I don’t know.”

That answer hurt.

Because I understood it.

Evelyn had created an imaginary audience judging him.

Then she convinced him he had to control me to silence people who might never have existed.

“I should have been proud of you,” he said.