Once a heart is truly broken, it doesn't matter what the other person does.Nothing changes.The dead don't come back.And a dead heart? Even less so."Asher, go back. If Mom needs care, I'll cover half the cost for a care worker."Claire said it flat. No emotion. Just duty.Half was all she owed.Who paid the rest—Asher or Janet—she didn't care."Half?" Asher blew up. "Do you know what care workers cost now? I've got a family. A mortgage. Car payments. Where am I supposed to get that kind of cash? Mom gave everything to Dad. Shouldn't he cough some of it back up?"Resentment always shows up eventually.Janet hadn't even been sick that long, and the kid she'd spoiled his whole life was already whining about the bill.He didn't actually want me taking care of her. That part was true.But wanting the money back? Just as real.That's human nature."Asher, that money is what your mom owed after all these years. People pay eventually. I'm not giving back a cent. If you still t
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