being held temporarily until the family decided where it should eventually go.
I leaned back.
“Did anyone ever ask me?”
She frowned.
“Dad said he was handling it.”
“I asked whether you ever asked me.”
Her expression hardened.
“You always make everything sound like a legal contract.”
“No, Chloe. I make $3.2 million sound like $3.2 million.”
Then she started crying.
But these weren’t quiet tears.
She was angry.
“You got the successful company. You got the career. You got all the connections. Every time I tried something,
