He blinked. “Judith—”
“No,” I said, and my voice didn’t shake this time. “You don’t get to soften this now. You don’t get to stand in my house, on my birthday, with your plans already made and your loyalties already moved, and ask me to behave politely so it’s easier for you.”
Rebecca stood up. “Mom, you’re overreacting—”
“I am …
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