pretending you were entitled to any of it.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“Maybe,” I said. “We’ll see.”
I ended the call.
Within hours, Jenna started calling. I didn’t answer. She left voicemails—polished, carefully worded messages about how “devastating” this would be for Logan, how I was “punishing a child for a misunderstanding.” She used phrases like “family continue reading …
