“Dad. Do you know I’m not invited? It’s my house.”
The sound of a sports broadcast filled the silence. His voice was flat, the way it always was when he had already decided how a conversation was going to end.
“I gave it to him. That’s done.”
“You didn’t give it. I bought it. I let him live there.”
A heavy sigh. “Don’t start your drama, Sierra. Just let continue reading …
