siblings, Brandon. So the next time they need money, caretaking, loans, or someone to clean up their endless problems, you can deal with all of it yourself.”
His arrogant expression immediately disappeared.
“What are you talking about?”
I gently but firmly took my mother by the arm and started toward the door.
“We’re leaving.”
As we stepped into the hallway, Brandon shouted after us.
“If you walk through that door, don’t you ever think about coming back!”
I didn’t turn around.
Not even once.
That night, Mom and I stayed
