They Won $85 Million And Kicked Me Out—Then I Asked One Question

my gaze.

“Start packing,” Belle said without preamble, without the slightest pretense of politeness. “We’re moving, and we don’t need any dead weight coming along.”

The words hit me like a slap, but I kept my face neutral, my voice calm. “Dead weight?” I repeated quietly.

She gave an exaggerated sigh, the kind of theatrical exhale that suggested she’d continue reading …