Aunt Martha approached me with her mascara running, telling me she had no idea about the truth. I told her I knew she didn’t, but I didn’t have the energy to make her ignorance the center of my night. Other relatives came forward to apologize or shake my hand, and one cousin whispered that she was sorry about Mia, which almost made me break down.
I left the restaurant before dessert and drove back to the ranch with Silas in a comfortable silence. He told me I had done a good job, but I admitted that I felt awful instead of the light, victorious feeling I had expected. Silas told me that was normal because I had just amputated a toxic part of my life, which was a bloody but necessary process.
The next morning, I woke up to missed calls and a dramatic voicemail from Tyler claiming that I had gone too far. He told me that our mother was a wreck and that I didn’t have to keep punishing them for their mistakes. I deleted the message and then listened to one from my mother, who told me I would regret humiliating them and that family doesn’t do this to each other.