DENNER THOMPSON
Briana is completely zoned out, as if she doesn't even exist while sitting next to me. Meanwhile, my grandfather and father argue right in front of us, and Mom tries to calm them down.
"Are you okay?" I ask her, but she doesn't answer—just raises her head.
"That's enough," she says quietly, but no one hears.
"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Now, everyone looks at her.
"Do you have something to say, Briana?" Dad asks seriously. She shakes her head.
"I've already spoken to a lawyer. I'm going to file for an annulment of the marriage."
Now, even I focus on her.
She was quick, that clever girl.
But my attention is stolen by the loud laugh my grandfather lets out.
"Impossible, child. The annulment of this marriage would be a disaster for the business, and given the position yo
