I thanked her.
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Then I turned toward Daniel.
He was standing beside the doorway, staring at the floor.
“Dad,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean for things to go this far.”
I felt tears burning behind my eyes.
“Then how far did you mean them to go?”
He didn’t answer.
I pointed toward the family portrait above the fireplace.
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It showed Margaret, Daniel, and me on his eighteenth birthday.
“I worked fifty years so you would never have to struggle the way I did,” I said. “I paid for your education. I helped you buy a house. Every time you needed money, I gave it to you.”
My voice
began trembling.
“But yesterday, you looked into my eyes and threatened to take away the only people I have left.”
Daniel started crying.
“I’ve made mistakes, Dad. I’m in debt. I thought if I could get access to your money, I could fix everything.”