He lowered his voice when he noticed Mason sitting in the back seat with my sister, waiting for me. “You’re turning him against me.”
I glanced at my son through the window. Mason sat quietly with his backpack, studying a baseball card, unaware that the entire battle around him had just ended. “No,” I said. “You did that all by yourself the day you decided possessions mattered more than your child.”
In the months following the divorce, things unfolded exactly the way Dana had warned they would. Brian ended up having to sell the house he had fought so hard to keep. His business collapsed under the weight of debt and legal trouble. Tessa vanished once the illusion of success disappeared with it. Meanwhile, Mason and I relocated to my grandmother’s lake property, where there was no mortgage, the air carried the scent of pine trees, and no one cared what kind of car was parked outside.
