I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to think about my two options for how to handle this betrayal. I could call him to warn him and save him from prison or I could let life teach him the lesson that I had failed to teach him for over thirty years.
I remembered the coldness in his voice when he told me I had thirty days to move out and I thought about Tiffany eyeing my belongings. I drank my coffee in one gulp and decided that I would not step in to save him from the consequences of his own actions.
The next day, I dressed in a navy blue silk dress and wore the pearls that George gave me because they always made me feel invincible. I called my lawyer whose name is Bob Henderson and told him to meet me at the Royal Palm Yacht Club with the police.
“Josephine, please remember that he is your son,” Bob said over the phone with a voice full of concern. I told him that Bradley was the first person to break the sacred bond between a mother and her child so the law would have to take its course.