They Gave My Sister A New Apartment And Me A Ruined House — Then Tried To Take It Back

her gaze. “I love you. But loving someone doesn’t mean letting them take everything from you.”

Her face crumpled.

Gerald stood. He did not look at me. He did not look at Marcus or at his mother. Lorraine, still seated, still holding her cane, spoke to him one last time as he moved toward the door.

“You could have been proud of her, Gerald. That would continue reading …