at me.
Dad’s expression did not change, but one muscle moved in his jaw.
Vanessa laughed first.
It was sharp and breathless.
“You own it?”
“I’m the legal titleholder.”
“You’re insane.”
I opened the folder, but Dad slapped his palm over the documents before anyone could see them.
“That is enough.”
His voice was low now, which was always more dangerous than shouting.continue reading …
