“Can we discuss this privately?” Sam whispered.
“No,” I said.
“You’ve had six months for private conversations.”
Patricia stepped forward.
Then slowly wiped icing from her silver hair.
“Sam was unhappy. Vanessa understood him long before you came along.”
Vanessa turned sharply.
“Don’t pretend you’ve always wanted me around.”
Patricia blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“You spent 11 years telling me I wasn’t good enough for your son.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
Vanessa’s voice shook.
“You criticized how I raised Lily. You called me selfish for working. You even told Sam I was a terrible mother.”
Patricia straightened.
“I was trying to help.”
“You made me miserable.”
Vanessa looked at Sam.
“And every time I asked him to defend me, he said you didn’t mean it.”
I watched my husband stare at the floor.
“That’s why you divorced?” I asked.
Vanessa nodded.
“I begged him to choose our marriage. He kept promising things would change.”
