“Alex, look at that wave! Bigger than you were at five, I swear.”
I blinked away the ghost of the past and focused on the present.
“The house isn’t yours to ban me from, Victoria,” I said quietly.
“Oh, but it is,” she replied, and I could hear the triumphant smile in her voice. “Your father signed it over to me last month. It’s mine now, and I don’t want you anywhere near it. You’re just like your mother, you know. Always thinking you’re entitled to everything.”
That jab was so predictable it barely stung anymore.
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