“You knew we were in a homeless shelter,” I interrupt. “Didn’t you? After we left, you knew we were living on the street. Mom said you refused to help us.”
He looks away from me. It’s as good as an admission. Neither of us have ever been able to lie for s**t.
“That’s what I thought. You didn’t care what I was up to back then,” I sneer.
“Your mother took you and ran. I didn’t know—”
I want to plug my ears, but I settle for shaking my head. “You left! You abandoned us.”
“No! No. She ran away. She met Alexander and didn’t want anything to do with me. I wanted to help you, but I didn’t know if the money would go to him or… I just wasn’t sure what to do.”
“She met him after we were already on the streets. The only reason she is with him is because she was poor and desperate.”
“I know tha
