“You heard what I said,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m finished subsidizing your life while you treat this house like some sort of endless all-you-can-eat buffet.”
Derek wouldn’t meet my eyes, focusing intently on his plate. I felt the heat of embarrassment rush to my face, but then something shifted. A strange, clinical coldness settled over me. It wasn’t quite anger yet; it was a sudden, piercing clarity.
I gave a single, sharp nod. “Understood.”
Ryan blinked at me, looking almost disappointed that I wasn’t dissolved in tears. “Understood?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “If that’s the new rule, then I will buy my own food from now on.”
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