was for the family,” she snapped, regaining some bite. “Your father’s business was failing. Ryan was drowning in debt. We did what we had to do. Stop acting like the world revolves around you.”
“Right,” I murmured. “You did what you had to do for everyone but me.”
My thumb hovered again.
This time I attached the screenshot and wrote a short message to the group.
“Since Mom told me no one needs me to come this Christmas, I decided to host whoever still wants to celebrate. Also, for those
