“Mama?” “We’ll talk about this when you get home, Talia Marie.” “No, Mama. We won’t. I’ve made my decision. If you and Dad can’t accept that.” A lump grows so big in my throat it makes my eyes water. “Then we don’t really have anything else to talk about. And if Mr. Winslow makes life harder for Dad because his son is a no good, cheating piece of dirt, then he’s every bit as bad as his son.”
