Julian sat beside me.

I had prepared a list of questions, but the moment Eleanor entered, she treated the room as though it were her own kitchen.

“Enough of this nonsense,” she said.

“You’ve made your point.

Your sister and I had a stressful year and deserved a break.”
“You left Maya after emergency surgery,” I said.

“She wasn’t helpless.

She had a phone.”
“She was feverish, bleeding, and struggling to feed our newborn.

You took food and supplies I’d paid you to provide.”
Chloe crossed her arms.