champagne.
Dad smiled.
“Closing is Friday.”
I looked at all three of them.
Then I laughed.
Dad’s smile vanished.
“What’s funny?”
I put down my coffee.
“Nothing.”
I stood and picked up my bag.
“Please don’t cancel anything.”
Mom frowned. “Ava?”
But I was already leaving.
Because for the first time in my life, I wanted my family to finish exactly what they had started.
By noon, Dad had called six times.
I ignored every call and drove straight to Miriam’s office.
She already had the purchase agreement when I
