Part 1
I counted every single slap.
One.
Two.
Three.
By the time my son’s hand landed on my face for the thirtieth time, my lip was split, my mouth was full of the taste of blood and metal, and whatever denial I still held as a mother was gone.
He thought he was putting me in my place.
His wife, Kristen, sat nearby, watching with the quiet, cruel smile of someone who enjoys seeing another person humiliated.
My son believed that youth, anger, and a big house in River
Oaks made him powerful. What he didn’t realize was that while he was playing king, I had already decided to take everything back.
My name is Gloria Sutter. I’m sixty-eight years old. I spent forty years building roads, bridges, and commercial projects across Texas. I’ve negotiated hard deals, lived through economic downturns, buried friends, and watched too many people mistake money for character.
