“Don’t be so dramatic.” Sinclair scoffs. “No one is saying you’re a prisoner. But you are a public figure now, and you’re in delicate condition. We’re talking about taking basic precautions and keeping me in the loop. I need to know where you are, I need to know that you’re safe and not taking careless risks!”
“Carrying a few bags of sugar is hardly a risk to my health!” I argue, smothering a few extra choice words. “I’m not so delicate that I need a constant babysitter. You forget that I was on my own for 30 years before you came along and I did just fine!”
“Oh right, so fine that a bottom dwelling asshole bankrupted and betrayed you for years on end!” Sinclair snaps.
“That isn’t fair.” I fight back, my voice thick with emotion. “Don’t blame me for what Mike did!”
“I’m not.” He sighs
