answered his call.
“Paige,” my father whispered desperately into the phone, his voice trembling.
“What on earth did you just do to us?”
Gwendolyn’s furious shouting was clearly audible in the background.
“I did exactly what I should have done years ago,” I replied steadily.
“There is a process server standing in our hallway,” Dad stammered, breathing heavily.
“He says this house is not mine to keep.”
“It never belonged to you, Dad,” I said clearly.
Gwendolyn snatched the phone from his hand and screamed directly into it.
“You selfish
