MY STEPDAUGHTER CALLED ME MAID AT MY OWN TABLE

card.”

“You know what I mean,” he hissed. “Turn it back on.”

“No,” I said, my voice as calm as a summer lake.

Sloane stood up, her chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “You can’t do this to me! I have things to pay for!”

“You’re a twenty-two-year-old woman, Sloane,” I replied, still looking at Graham. “It’s time you paid for things yourself.”

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