through it.
My mother nodded along. “If anything we said ever hurt you—”
“If?” I cut in.
She paused, then arranged her face into something resembling a smile. “We didn’t mean anything by it. It was just joking. We’re sorry.”
And that was it.
Twelve years of insults… settled in a handful of seconds.
I could not let it stand.
I reached forward and took the check from Jordan’s hand.
“No,” I said.
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Everyone in the room looked at me.
“What do you mean?” my mother asked.
“You don’t get to spend twelve years insulting him and erase it in twelve seconds with a hollow apology.”
My father’s face tightened. “We did what he asked.”
“You rushed through it to get the money,” I said.
“We’re trying!” my mother snapped.
But I shook my head. “Not really.”
My father turned to Jordan. “You’re going to let
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