Avery's POV
I stood there staring at my mom, who for once showed her emotions on her face. She was always this stone that was telling me what to do with my life and if I didn't, she would be mad. The only time we ever got along or remotely had some type of relationship was baking. When I was young and came home upset about something, she would bake bread with me. It was some of my happiest memories.
"Is that what you think that I didn't love you?"
"Yes, you stopped loving me as soon as I fought back and didn't follow your plan for me. You cut me off, and I could have cared less about the money. I wanted to be who I am, and I wanted my parents to love me and support me."
"Well, you still took it when we gave it to you."
"Because I was trying to better myself. I was trying to own
