“At my resort,” I said.
For two seconds there was no sound at all, not even breathing. Then, “Benjamin just told me the most ridiculous story. He said you bought a beachfront resort. A resort, Amelia.”
“It isn’t ridiculous,” I said. “It’s true.”
She made a small, stunned noise. “How is that possible?”
I almost laughed, not because it was funny, but because there was something so perfect about that question coming from her. How is that possible? As if my life had only ever been one long mistake in her eyes. As if hard work turned into stability only for other people. As if success could grow in any daughter’s hands except mine.
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