“I’m sorry I lacked the courage to tell you everything while I was alive. Mothers like me can be blind to their sons’ faults. I excused too much because it was easier than admitting I raised a man capable of betraying a good woman without remorse.”
My throat tightened. Margaret had always been sharp, sometimes cold, sometimes kind in ways that were hard to explain. But this letter was clear. Direct. There was no confusion in her words.
Ethan shifted in his chair. “This is ridiculous—”
“Mr. Caldwell,” Harlan interrupted gently, “your mother asked that the statement be read in full.”
He looked down at the page and kept going.
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