I looked down at the paper again.
Then back at her.
“You let her suffer,” I said, my voice shaking now. “You told her not to call 911 just so this wouldn’t come out?”
“I was trying to protect you,” she insisted.
“No,” I snapped. “You were protecting yourself.”
Silence filled the room.
Heavy. Final.
Then I folded the papers carefully.
“You don’t get to be part of this anymore,” I said.
Her face hardened.
“Michael—”
“No,” I said, firmer now. “You made your choice.”
