t. She spent the night in a holding cell and was charged with misdemeanor assault and disturbin

ed. He didn't step in to "fix" things for her. She w

y formed, and I was

ne whisper at the grocery store. "He jus

was such a nice boy.

vastated. He just dropped h

sed. I sent in my application to my first-choice university, the one I'd given up on last time. I started outlining a software proje

the money together. I knew a confrontation was coming. I was walking ho

ft victimhood she usually wore was r

said, her

wledged, stoppin

r voice rising. "You left me in a ce

self there,"

sure finally broke. "You did! You

you knew. It wasn't a normal a

wild, terrifying realization daw

whispered, the wor

remember everything. I remember twenty years of you holding me back, of you smot

t just me trying to escape a traumatic past. She had lived t

ed, her voice dropping to a malicious

ctim of her own bad choices. She was an active participant. She had seen the ultimate de

aid, my voice flat. "You know w

anatic's zeal. "He protects me. What happened to you...

of any lingering pity or confusion vanished. It was all so s

," I

e. "Okay? That's it? You're not going to try a

meant anything in either of my lives. "I'm not.

ed to w

me!" she screamed at my back. "This is a

around. I just

y mind, but this time, it was different. It wasn't just a haze o

el-Mark's son-looking at me with a detached coolness he learned from his father. I remembered spending

"no." I had discovered Mark was using one of my company's software loopholes for a money-laundering sc

erything. She led me to that warehouse u

her son's hand, and watch

er voice clear and steady as I bled on the floor. "Mark

t was the justification for every "no" I would ever say to her again.