Marcus looked down, avoiding my eyes. “Things picked up, Mom. Rebecca got a new job. We were going to tell you, but…”
“But what, Marcus? You just forgot about me?” My voice rose in frustration. “Forgot that I was worried sick? Your own mother?”
He sighed heavily. “We didn’t want you to worry anymore. We thought it was better if you just stayed out of it. And things got busy…”
“Busy?” I repeated incredulously. “Too busy to return my calls? Too busy to let the kids see their grandmother?” I could feel the tears brimming, but I fought them back. “I didn’t mind the sacrifice, Marcus. What hurts is the deceit.”
