They need to learn who’s in charge of this estate.

Your father is never home.

He doesn’t have time for your pathetic little complaints.

He cares far more about his corporate mergers than two spoiled little girls.” I stood outside the heavy oak doors of the living room, and every word she had just spoken sliced through me, because a part of it, the cruelest part, was agonizingly true.

I was never home.

Board meetings.