I didn't lay eyes on Weston again until a month later.
I was standing on the front steps when he cut off my path, a scar above his brow still working on healing over.
My mother was the one who gave it to him.
She had taken his advice, poured everything the family had into two stocks, and lost every cent of it.
The house went into the deal as collateral and went down with the rest.
She was in her 50s now and had ended up with nowhere to live.
Dad called me yesterday.
He was in tears on the phone, begging me to come home, telling me Mom missed me and knew what she owed me and wanted to make it right.
I wired them enough to live on and turned the request down.
Whether they wanted me to carry their debts or actually meant to make amends, I was finished pinning any hope on either of th
