“You think you were special because you wiped his mouth and changed his bedsheets? He just used you. Same way he used everyone. You’re just the one who stayed long enough to inherit the mess.”
Elise’s hands curled into fists. He looked at her like he pitied her. “I’m just saying, if you’re going to clean up after him, maybe it’s time to clean out everything.” He nodded toward the attic. Then he wandered out to the porch to smoke a cigarette.