During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

everything.” I looked at him calmly. “And yet, you still feared me enough to bring a doctor.”

The detectives took them away. Richard left shouting threats. Harrison left sobbing. Neither of them apologized to Robert. Neither of them asked if I was okay.

When the door clicked shut, Robert collapsed into a leather chair.

I walked up to him. And I slapped continue reading …