My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

on the side table very carefully.

“You skipped my graduation.”

Mom gave the tiny exhale she used when she thought someone else was being dramatic. “Emma, we’ve been over that.”

“No. You talked. I listened.”

Dad stepped closer. “This isn’t the time to be stubborn.”

That word.

Stubborn.

It was what they called me when I didn’t agree to being managed.

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