“He said it was temporary!”

“You never questioned him, because the diamonds were permanent.”

My mother leaned toward me. “Camille — drop the charges, restore your father’s authority, and we’ll welcome you home.”

I laughed. “You banned me from a wedding paid for with stolen pensions, and now you’re offering me permission to belong?”

My father struck the table. “I raised you!”

“You taught me how manipulation works.”