“Henry, don’t,” Anna whispered.
“No,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”
I put her mother on speaker.
She answered on the second ring. “Anna? What now?”
“Henry, don’t.”
I held the paper up like she could see it. “Susan, did you tell your daughter to let people think she cheated on me — yes or no?”
Silence. Then a sharp exhale. “You don’t understand. This is complicated.”
“It’s not. You told her to swallow humiliation so you could keep your secret.”
“We were protecting her.”
“You were protecting yourselves. Until you apologize to Anna, and you stop treating my sons like a scandal, you don’t get access to them.”
“You don’t understand.”
Anna’s breath hitched.
“Henry — ” her mother started.
“Goodnight,” I said, and ended the call.
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