He was not there because he loved my mother and could not bear to lose her.

He was there because he had lost access to her money, and the loss was going to sink his failing company, and his rage was the rage of a man watching a lifeline get pulled out of the water, nothing more.

“My mother loved you,” I said to him, quietly.

“She loved you, and you mistook her love for a set of keys to everything she owns.” His face twisted.

“You know nothing about our marriage,” he spat.