"Enough."
Andrew finally looks at him.
"No. You were six years old."
Marcus turned towards me.
He's trying to blame me because he can't take responsibility for his escape.
Andrew unlocked his phone.
Do you really want to keep lying?
Marcus did not respond.
Andrew lifted the screen.
"I kept them because I knew I would need them someday."
My heart was racing in my ears.
"What is this? "
"The reason I never went home."
Marcus's face hardened.
"They prove nothing."
"Then let Mom read them."
He walked toward me. Marcus wanted to stop him, and without thinking, I intervened. It was the first time in years that I'd found myself between my husband and my son.
"Move it," I said.
Marcus stared at me.
"Liza."
"Move."
He hesitated and then walked away.
