“You’re the only one with a problem,” said Matt, his voice calm once more.
“They shouldn’t be seeing each another.”
“Why not?”
Mark slammed his fist on the counter. “Because she ran out on him once already! She ran out on all of us and she’ll do it again.”
Matt’s response was slow in coming. Mark could hear his own angry breath echoing through the phone line.
“Is that really what you believe?” Matt said in disbelief. “Are you still holding that over her head? After all Mom’s efforts to seek forgiveness and become active in our lives again, it’s still not enough for you?”
“No, it’s not,” Mark said, placing considerable force behind every word. His muscles tensed in response to his admission, fingers curling into a fist at his side. Even as he dug in his heels, determined not to surren
