Mack gazes at his father for several seconds without speaking. “Given the way you treated Mom, leaving her so unhappy that she felt the only way to escape her miserable life was through death, you’re one to talk about family.”

My heart bleeds for Mack, and I squeeze his hand in comfort.

Connall’s face turns white. With rage, I think, until he speaks. “It wasn’t my fault.”

“You always put her last, that’s if you remembered to think about her at all. You abandoned me as well as ...