you really are. You owe your family everything!”
My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white.
Then the line went quiet.
They genuinely believed they still had complete control over me.
That I would bend because I always had.
“You think you can ruin me?” I whispered, my voice chillingly calm. “Try it.”
My father answered with a mocking laugh.
“Try it? Oh, sweetie, we don’t have to try. Your mother already posted a public open letter on Facebook tagging all your corporate executives, exposing how you
