Behind us, Marcus finally spoke.
“I did what I thought was best.”
Andrew let go of me.
Slowly, we both turned to face him.
“What was best?” I asked.
My voice was barely above a whisper.
Marcus straightened his shoulders.
“I was protecting our family.”
“Our family?” I stared at him. “You destroyed it.”
“He was tearing us apart.”
Andrew gave a short, bitter laugh.
“I was 18.”
“You refused to listen.”
“I refused to become someone I wasn’t.”
Marcus pointed at him. “You expected everyone to accept your choices.”
“No.” Andrew shook his head. “I expected my home to be safe.”
Silence settled over the room.Marcus looked at me as though he still expected me to defend him.would get easier.”
My head snapped toward him.
“What?”
“For you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I thought once enough time passed, you’d stop dwelling on him.”
