I watched that land.
Claire's chin lifted. "You may not have as much control over that as you think."
"I'm his mother. Not you."
"That's enough," Mark said, but softly, like he was asking her to lower the music.
"No, I'd like to hear this," I said. "What exactly do you mean?"
"It would be easy to prove to the court how inadequate you are." She counted on her fingers. "You can't keep the house. You're emotional. You're overwhelmed. Mark has a whole list of complaints about you."
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"A whole list, huh?" I looked at Mark.
"It would be easy to prove to the court how inadequate you are."
So the shrugs, the "Claire always," the little comparisons over dinner were never just comments.
He'd been sharing everything with her, too, and she'd used it.
Everything I'd done wrong, every mistake I'd made, was now a piece of evidence.
