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“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.
“He’s dying, Mom.”
He lowered his eyes and walked past me.
Hanna opened the car door for him.
“Claire’s taking care of Dad now.”
My stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?”
“They’re getting married,” she added.
I looked at Robert.
“What does that mean?”
He still wouldn’t face me.
“In three weeks,” Hanna added. “She’s willing to stay.”
“I was willing to stay.”
Hanna’s eyes filled, but her voice stayed hard.
“Then you should’ve acted like it.”
They drove away with Robert in the back seat.