“Yes.”
“So you left anyway.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
There was no answer that could make me look good.
So I gave him the ugly one.
“Because I was selfish.”
He waited.
“I wanted success.”
I continued.
“I wanted access to powerful people.”
“I thought your mother represented the life I was trying to escape.”
Noah frowned.
“She paid your bills.”
“Yes.”
“She helped you start your company.”
“Yes.”
“And you thought she was holding you back?”
“Yes.”
“That’s stupid.”
“It was.”
He looked at the trees.
“Mom never talks badly about you.”
That surprised me.
