Vera’s POV
The atmosphere in the room tightened as my father began to broach a subject that struck a raw nerve. Twenty years of living under the same roof allowed me to read the unspoken thoughts in his eyes. It was evident; that he sought financial gain, attempting to salvage some semblance of pride from the disintegration of my marriage. The so-called gifts, following the tradition, were prepared by my mother and gramps, a fact often conveniently forgotten.
Dad’s offerings, presumably to placate the household of Kennedy, were trivial in the grand scheme. Now, with the audacity to bring up the dowry/ gifts, he revealed a shameless side. My response was swift and cold, "I left Kennedy household with nothing. If you seek wealth, your inquiries should be directed to Howard Kennedy and his
