the sheer weight of family guilt almost made me give in.
But later that same evening, bright headlights swept across my living room wall.
Gwendolyn’s black SUV stopped sharply outside my driveway gate.
She called my personal number six times in a row before I finally answered.
“Open this gate right now, Paige,” Gwendolyn demanded sharply over the phone.
“No, I will not open the gate,” I answered firmly.
“Stop being so childish,” she spat.
“We need to sit down and discuss this face-to-face like adults.”
“You had your chance
