Now she had it.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
I felt sixty-eight years of life pressing against that single moment.
Every lesson my mother had taught me about dignity.
Every memory I had carried.
Every loss I had survived.
And every bit of love I had poured into a family that was now standing on opposite sides of a shattered cabinet.
I looked Meredith straight in the eyes.
Then I drew my arm back.