And you, Eric, get to spend the rest of yours knowing that the daughter you abandoned inherited everything you assumed was coming to you — because you were too small a man to buy her breathing treatments, and I was ashamed enough of that to make sure the money went to someone who deserved it.
Start packing, son.
The gravy train left with your daughter."
PART 4
Eric did what men like Eric do when the money moves. He panicked, then he begged, then he got vicious.
He showed up at my apartment two days later — not to see Chloe, of course. To yell.
"You turned my mother against me! You poisoned her! This is manipulation, you did this to get her money—"
"Eric," I said, holding our daughter, who needed a breathing treatment in twenty minutes that I could now, finally, afford. "I didn't turn your mother against you. I called her crying because my baby was sick and you'd shut a door in our faces. That's all I did. I told her the truth.
