“I know I don’t deserve forgiveness,” Andre started. The words came rushing out, like he’d practiced them in the car. “I know what Melissa and I did was unforgivable. But you’re my mother. And I’m about to go to prison. And I just need to know that when I get out, there might be a chance. For us.”
I looked at his face. I searched it for some sign of real remorse. Not just desperation.
“What do you think you did wrong, Andre?”
The question seemed to confuse him.
“We stole from you. We used the old will to take your inheritance.”
“That’s what you did,” I said. “I asked you what you did wrong.”
He stared at me blankly.
And I realized he still didn’t understand.
Even now. Three weeks from prison. He saw this as a crime against my bank account.
Not against my heart.
“Andre,” I said gently. “You didn’t just steal money from me. You threw me away when your father died. When I was grieving and alone and needed my family more than I’ve ever needed anybody in my whole life. You looked at me and decided I was worthless.”
“I know, Mom. And I’m so sorry—”
“You’re sorry you got caught,” I said.
He flinched.
“If your father hadn’t been smart enough to protect me. If there’d been no cellar under that cabin. You’d still be living in this house right now. Spending my money. Congratulating yourself on how smoothly you handled the inheritance problem.”
Andre’s face cracked.
“What do you want from me? I’ve lost everything! My house. My job. My reputation. Melissa filed for divorce last month. I’m going to prison! What more do you want?”
“I don’t want anything from you, Andre,” I said quietly. “That’s what you’ve never understood.”
I looked at my son.
“I never wanted your money. Or your things. Or your sacrifice. I only ever wanted you to love me. And you made it very clear that was something you were never willing to give.”
Through the open door, I could hear Miguel calling Sophia in for supper. Soon that whole house would be full of the sounds of a real family. Stories over a good meal. Laughter that came from joy, not cruelty.
“When I was at the shelter,” I said, “I met women who’d been abandoned by their children for all kinds of reasons. Drugs. Mental illness. Money problems that ate up a whole family. Those children had excuses. Things they couldn’t control.”
I looked him right in the eye.
“You didn’t have any excuse. You threw me away because it was convenient. Because Melissa convinced you I was in the way of your comfort. Because you cared more about things than people.”
“I can change,” he said desperately. “When I get out, I’ll be different. I’ll prove it to you.”
“Andre,” I said. “I’m sixty-three years old. I’ve been given a second chance at happiness. And I’m not going to spend it waiting for you to become the son I always hoped you’d be.”
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