What the Bread Was For
I knew how that ends.”
He held up the bank printout.
“You also knew how to rob me of every dollar I saved.”
“I didn’t steal a dime.
I secured those funds for your own good, until you came back to your senses.” Looking at her face, Desmond understood, with a terrible clarity, that his mother felt no remorse at all.
She was only frightened of losing her grip on him.