A part of me almost laughed but I answered regardless.
“I’m going to see my grandmother.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly at my tone.
“You saw us and still chose to walk past?” she sneered.
“Yes.” I replied without hesitation..
That seemed to hit harder than anything else.
My father shifted slightly, his jaw tightening.
“Watch the way you speak,” he said.
I looked at him and for the first time in a long time… I felt nothing, no fear or need to explain myself.
“Or what?” I asked sternly.
My mother stepped forward this time and grabbed my shirt, her fingers tightening against the fabric.
“You shouldn’t get ahead of yourself. Just because you have something on us doesn’t mean you’ve won.”
I looked down at her hand.
Then back at her face slowly.
“Let go,”
She didn’t.
Instead, her g
