Finding the Courage to Stand Alone When Your Own Family Chooses Darkness
“Yes,” my father said. “She told Derek that if he joined that firm, he was choosing your side.”
“And Derek listened to her?” I asked.
“He declined the offer yesterday,” my father said. “She forced him to call the managing partner while she sat in the room.”
I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white.
“Why didn’t you stop her, Dad?” I asked, my voice rising.
“I tried,” he said quietly. “I stood up from my chair. I opened my mouth.”
“And?” I asked.
“She looked at me,” he said. “Just looked at me. And I sat back down.”
The silence on the line was heavy.
“I am a coward, Sarah,” he said. “But Derek doesn’t have to be. He is miserable.”
“Why did he come to my office today?” I asked.
“To see if you were as monstrous as Helen says you are,” Arthur said. “He wanted to see if you actually cared about him.”
“I do care about him,” I said.
“Then don’t let her do this to him,” my father said. “Please. He is at the coffee shop on University Avenue right now.”