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me I couldn’t go to school?”

“We discussed asking you to reconsider.”

“That isn’t what he said.”

Dad leaned forward.

“We are paying for your education.”

My hands went cold.

There it was.

Not advice.

Leverage.

I had earned a substantial merit scholarship, but my parents had always promised to cover the remaining tuition, housing, and fees.

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