it.
Mom stopped thanking me and started describing my contributions as proof that I was finally behaving like a good daughter.
Kyle was the worst.
He once leaned across the dinner table and said, “Honestly, Claire, you’re in the perfect position to help. No husband, no kids, no mortgage on a family home. What else are you going to spend your money on?”
I looked at him.
“My business?”
He laughed.
“Come on. You know what I mean.”
I did know what he meant.
He believed that because I didn’t
