Matt turned to face Jessica, a flurry of emotions on his face. “Looks like Grandpa’s plan worked.”
Jessica’s gaze expanded. As the reality of her actions dawned on her, she cast a quick glance between Matt and myself. Her self-assured exterior gave down, and she began to sound frantic in an attempt to maintain her composure.
“Matt — baby, please.” She extended her hand, but he pulled back, clearly showing finality in his eyes.
“I swear, I never meant it!” She begged. “I was just angry and irritated. You are aware of my love for you.”
He gave a headshake. “Preserve it. Do you wish to get divorced? You possess one.”
I felt a strange calm descend upon me as Jessica stormed from the property, her heels sinking with every step. Dad was a calm, guiding force whose wisdom endured.
As Matt and I picked the pieces of my life out of the grass, it occurred to me that sometimes the true legacy isn’t in a house but rather in the lessons learned about who really deserves to be in your life.
Father would have been pleased.
