“Why?” I asked.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Because your father was in the way.”
No regret. No shame.
Just resentment.
“You all needed someone to blame,” he added. “I just gave you one.”
I felt anger rise—but it didn’t consume me.
Because for the first time, I saw him clearly.
Not as family.
Not as authority.
Just as what he really was.
