“Sign the papers, Greta.”
“It matched the suit.”
“You haven’t worn it in years.”
“Not everything means something.”
I signed.
***
Outside, Hanna and Steven waited near Steven’s car.
I walked toward them.
“Not everything means something.”
“Hanna, please. Let’s sit down somewhere and talk, honey.”
She stepped back.
“Did you get the house?”
“What?”
“Dad said he gave you everything you wanted.”
“I didn’t want a divorce.”
Steven folded his arms.
“Hanna, please.”
“He’s dying, Mom.”
“I know that.”
“Then why make this about money?”
“Your father was the one who wanted to leave.”
“Then why would he lie?” Hanna asked.
Robert came out behind us.
“Tell them what you said in the kitchen,” I demanded.
