“For five years you told me this was your son’s kingdom and I was a guest with no rights.
I’m not here to argue that today.
I’m just here to take back the bricks I paid to build the castle.”
Shane stepped in front of his mother.
“Lorna, please.
Stop performing for the neighbors.”
I didn’t blink.
“When your mother was knocking me to that floor in front of these same neighbors, Shane — why didn’t the performance need to stop then?” He flinched, and said nothing.
The paralegal moved through the rooms tagging what was mine — the washer Marlene threw herself in front of; the appliances; the mattress.
And then Tiffany, silent this whole time, walked up and pressed a folded check into my hand.