Even after marriage, cooking had always fallen to me.
“Nash, don’t bother with that. Come talk, just us men.”
My father-in-law stopped me, lighting a cigarette and handing one to me as well.
I didn’t smoke. I just held it between my fingers.
My father-in-law let out a long sigh.
“About your mother. I’m truly sorry. Morgana went too far. As her father, I bear some of the blame too. If you decide to divorce her, your mother-in-law and I will support you.”
“I don’t even have the face to ask for your forgiveness. I hope that after the divorce, you’ll still treat this as your home and visit often.”
I lowered my head, staring at the cigarette in my hand. I didn’t say a word.
Morgana’s expression shifted slightly.
“Dad, what are you saying? Why would Nash want to divorce me? What did I do wrong?”
“And what happened to Mom?”
My father-in-law’s face was burning with rage, the cigarette trembling between his fingers.
“You have the nerve to ask? Your mother-in-law treated you like her own, yet what did you do?”
“She had a sudden stroke on New Year’s Eve and was fighting for her life in the hospital. Where were you?”
“When she took her last breath, where were you?”