Chapter 8 - Cracks in the Spineless HusbandSix months later, while awaiting trial at the federal correctional facility, Evan sent dozens of handwritten letters begging for my forgiveness.
He claimed his mother had manipulated him, that he was terrified of her financial control, and that he still loved me.
I agreed to meet him once in the visitor's room at the courthouse.
Evan sat behind the glass divider in an orange jumpsuit, his hair unkempt, his face hollow and weeping.
âGwen... please,â Evan choked out, pressing his hands against the glass. âI didn't want to hurt you! She threatened to cut me out of her will!â
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âYou let your mother poison my body for fourteen months because you were afraid of losing an allowance, Evan,â I replied, my voice smooth, calm, and utterly unbothered. âYou are not a victim. You are a coward.â
I stood up, smoothed my dark coat, and walked out of the room forever.
