I remember looking down at you and thinking only about the transfer.
I’ve tried to understand how I became that person.
I blamed my mother at first.
Then you said something I hated because it was true.
She taught me cruelty.
She didn’t make me enjoy power.
That part was mine.
I signed an agreement last week transferring everything remaining from Dad’s trust into the restitution fund.
It isn’t enough.
Nothing will be.
I don’t know whether you care, but I wanted you to know.
I am sorry for the hospital.
For the house.
For the pendant.
For every time I made you doubt what you saw.
Most of all, I am sorry that when you needed me to be your husband, I became my mother’s son.
Flynn
I read it twice.
Then I folded it.
Rebecca found me on the dock.
“Bad news?”
