As Jane spoke, I noticed how she avoided eye contact, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her coffee cup. It was a rehearsed calm, one I recognized from family gatherings where everything had to appear perfect on the surface. « What kind of decisions? » I pressed, trying to keep my frustration in check.
« The estate isn’t as solvent as we thought, » she admitted. « I had to prioritize. I’m sorry it came to this. »
Prioritize? Her words felt like a cold slap. « So, you decided I was expendable? » I asked, the hurt seeping into my voice.
She looked away, focusing on the bustling street outside. « It’s not about that, » she said softly. « I had to think long-term. »
« And you couldn’t include me in this decision-making process? »
« I didn’t want to burden you, » Jane replied, finally looking back at me. « I thought it would be easier this way. »
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