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Harry stepped through his front door to find his eldest daughter at the far end of their galley-style kitchen, sitting at the table with headphones on while she typed on her laptop. The instant he saw her, a surge of anxiety flared up inside him. The two of them had been fighting a lot lately, and though he tried to avoid any confrontations, somehow the tension just kept building. Every conversation was a minefield.
Melissa grimaced, rubbing her eyes with the back of one fist. “You had a meeting with Jena,” she said, sliding the headphones back to let them rest on her neck. “And you didn't tell me even though she asked me to be a part of this.”
Harry closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. “No, I didn't,” he said, striding through the kitchen. “Because I'm not going to cal
