She didn’t knock.
She never did—but this time, she didn’t even pretend.
The front door slammed open before I had a chance to set my purse down, her voice cutting through the house like she owned every inch of it.
“Where’s the money from your mother’s apartment sale?”
I froze, still holding the closing documents in my hand, my mind struggling to catch up with the moment. I had just come back from the bank. Everything had finally been finalized. Seven million dollars.
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