It was upgraded with stainless steel and dark tones that made the space seem even more dreary without natural light. They’d obviously remodelled since he left. The blinds were closed, not letting any natural light into the large space, which wasn’t like her. She started moving again, making her way into the kitchen. His father had made sure they both lived that way. Always stood up straight because if you commanded respect, you received it. She sighed and he noticed the curve in her spine for the first time. Van didn’t want to dredge it up any more than she did. He shook his head, not wanting to hear an excuse. “I don’t want to do this with you right now, Max. He’d always gone along with whatever was expected of him, but he wasn’t that person anymore. Was it guilt, he wondered, or surprise because she didn’t expect him to stand up to her? Because he never would have dared when his father was alive.
“The way you made sacrifices for me?” he asked. Van turned to her, feeling the tightness in his jaw. His body, which had just felt frozen a moment before scorched with angered-heat. Because he’d moved away? Lived his own life?
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