For the first time in years, I saw not the stern matriarch, but a woman carrying her own regrets.
I nodded slowly.
“I’ll let you, but it won’t be easy.”
She nodded back.
“I don’t expect easy.”
The next day, Megan struck again, this time in person. She stormed onto the property without warning, heels sinking in the dirt, her voice carrying before she even reached the porch.
“You think you’ve won?” she shouted. “That article is trash. I’ll appeal. I’ll drag your name through every court until you choke on legal fees.”
I stepped outside, meeting her at the edge of the porch.
“You’re wasting your breath, Megan. The law isn’t on your side. The press isn’t on your side. Even Mom’s not on your side anymore.”
Her face twisted.
“Mom?”
Right on cue, Mom appeared in the doorway.
