Not even a lie.

Pure, undisguised entitlement — the belief, held so deeply she saw no reason to hide it, that what was mine was hers by right, that my wife and my son were merely the temporary custodians of resources that properly belonged to her.

Chapter 9 — We Needed a Break

Stephanie took the phone from her.

I could hear the exchange, the impatient snatch, the sigh.

“Luca, don’t start acting all righteous,” my sister said.