cold smile from across the table.
“You can work from anywhere, Paige.”
“So can Chloe,” I replied immediately.
Her metal fork struck the porcelain plate with a sharp crack.
Dad finally cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses without looking at me.
“Paige, maybe you could just do it for a few months to keep the peace,” Dad mumbled softly.
There it was.
The same phrase he had used for almost a decade whenever Gwendolyn gave away my mother’s hand-painted Christmas dishes, whenever Chloe damaged my expensive clothes, or whenever
