Chapter 4

"Should I?"

Her entitled tone hit a nerve. A sharp laugh escaped me. I actually scoffed.

I took the phone, walked out onto the balcony, and slid the glass door shut, sealing myself off from the chaos in the living room.

I snapped, "Julia, have you completely lost your mind? She is your daughter, not mine! Why in God's name would I owe her a wedding gift? I raised her for nine years. I've done more than enough!"

Julia retorted, "Hey, you can't say that."

Her tone suddenly became smooth, almost greasy. "It's not like you raised her for free.…