“He’s trying to blame me because he can’t take responsibility for running away.”
Andrew unlocked his phone.
“You really want to keep lying?”
Marcus didn’t answer.
Andrew held up the screen.
“I kept these because one day I knew I’d need them.”
My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
“What are those?”
“The reason I never came home.”
Marcus’s face hardened.
“They don’t prove anything.”
“Then let Mom read them.”
He walked toward me. Marcus moved to block him, and without thinking, I stepped between them. It was the first time in years I had stood between my husband and my son.
“Move,” I said.
Marcus stared at me.
“Liza.”
“Move.”
He hesitated, then he stepped aside.
Andrew placed the phone in my hands. The messages were dated the night of his birthday. The first one had arrived 18 minutes after he left the house.
“Don’t come back tonight.”
Another followed less than a minute later.
“Your mother deserves one peaceful day.”
I frowned.
Then I kept reading.
“She spends all her time defending you.”
