the wedding, my parents developed a strange obsession with my penthouse.
At first, it seemed harmless.
“What do you think it’s worth now?” my father would ask.
“Have property values increased?” my mother would add.
“How much equity do you have?”
“Do you ever plan to sell?”
The questions became constant.
I answered politely.
I never imagined they were gathering information.
I never imagined they were planning something.
The wedding day arrived on a perfect spring afternoon.
The ceremony was stunning.
Jessica looked beautiful.
The ballroom sparkled beneath crystal chandeliers.
