Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

not going.”

He checked the clock.

“Your interview is in two hours.”

“I know.”

“Sit down.”

“Marco…”

“Sit.”

His tone wasn’t harsh.

It sounded familiar.

Like this was an argument they’d had before.

Diane lowered herself into the chair.

Marco looked at me.

I folded my arms.

“I’m not leaving.”

He nodded once.

“Okay.”

That answer surprised me.

For three years, whenever I continue reading …