“She’s always been the responsible one.”
Then he turned toward Mom.
“When you got sick, I thought I could finally be useful.”
Mom frowned.
“So you took control instead?”
Jason’s eyes filled with tears.
“I just couldn’t admit how badly I’d messed things up.”
Mom slowly shook her head.
“You could have asked for help.”
“I did.”
Mom didn’t move.
“And when the answer was no, you decided my answer didn’t matter.”
Jason stared down at the papers spread across the table.
He had nothing to say to that.
None of his desperation excused what he’d done.
With Denise’s help, Mom revoked every authorization she hadn’t knowingly approved. The bank opened a formal review, I took back Jason’s spare key, and Mom locked away all of her financial documents.
Jason was no longer allowed to be alone with her.
But the person I owed the biggest apology to was Tyler.
That night, I sat beside him on his bed.
“I should’ve listened.”
