Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

“Don’t speak to my sister,” Clare said.

“Clare, look at what she made your father look like in front of Richard Hail,” Margaret said, her sweet tone completely gone.

“Gerald ruined this family fifteen years ago, Margaret,” Clare said.

“You just helped him hide it.”

Margaret stepped back, her heel catching on the border of the runner rug.

“He paid your college tuition.”

“Arthur Vance financed my college with a bank loan Gerald forced me to sign,” Clare said.

“You don’t own this wedding anymore, and you don’t own my sister.”