Gwendolyn publicly called me difficult simply because I refused to finance Chloe’s spring break trips.
I turned toward my father.
I was waiting desperately for one sentence.
One single moment when he would finally choose me instead of comfortable silence.
“Tell her,” I said quietly to him.
His tired eyes met mine for only a second before dropping back toward the table.
Something deep inside me went completely still and cold.
Gwendolyn suddenly stood, planting both palms flat against the wood.
“I am entirely finished with your awful attitude, Paige.
