Bryan would be discharged within the week. Once the house and car were dealt with, Cary and Yvonne could have all the boundaries they wanted.
At the hospital, I set the noodles I'd bought on the bedside table.
Bryan patted my hand gently. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request. They're young. It's normal for them not to want us hovering."
I looked at his face, lined with deep creases, and his hands, dotted with needle marks from the IV.
I steadied myself. Then I told him everything, start to finish.
"That ungrateful animal!" Bryan's face flushed crimson. "You're his mother! How could he sit there and watch another woman treat you like that?"
I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.
"I already confronted him. He didn't just deny it. He defended her the entire time."
"But I'm not letting this go. Not this time."
When I told him about selling the house and the car, the color in his face settled back to normal.
"Sell them. Should've done it a long time ago." He slammed his palm against the table. "All those years we spent raising him, and this is what we got. A monster."
"And that's not all. We're cutting off the monthly allowance too."