At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

your dad tomorrow.***

For weeks, my parents had presented my education and marriage as the price of protecting the company.

Now that excuse was disappearing.

The real question was whether they would keep trying to control my future once they could no longer call it necessary.

## Part 3

Victor called Dad the next morning.

I heard about it from Mom.

Victor continue reading …