Chapter 17
She held the keys farther toward me.
“Take them.”
I looked at Daniel.
“Until the title issue is resolved, keep them.”
Marlene’s face tightened.
“You’re being stubborn.”
“No.”
I looked directly into her eyes.
“I’m learning the difference between getting something back and making sure it can’t be taken from me again.”
Her hand slowly lowered.
Nobody in the room spoke.
And that was when I understood what I had said in my head on that sidewalk.
The thing that silenced the house was never going to be the SUV.
It was the moment I stopped begging them to treat me fairly.
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