“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

what you agreed was mine.”

“What about six years of marriage?”

“What about them?”

His eyes reddened.

“I took care of you.”

For a moment, I wanted to argue.

Then I remembered his parents’ backyard.

His voice.

***Apologize to her. Give her the car. Now.***

Instead, I said quietly,

“You thought taking care of me meant I owed you obedience.”

Daniel looked away.

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