Chapter 16 — Before He Was Your Father

His face turned a deep, mottled red, the veins bulging against his collar.

“You,” he spat, stepping toward me with his fists clenched at his sides.

“You manipulative old witch.

You stole our inheritance.

You coerced him.”

I did not step back.

I stepped forward, until I was standing two feet from him, and I looked him straight in the eye, this cold and ruthless man who had come to throw me out of my own home.