“Mom,” Dad warned.

“No,” she replied. “You have spoken over me for years. Today you will listen.”

Aunt Linda gave a dismissive laugh. “This is absurd. You’re not well.”

Grandma turned to Rosa. “Would you bring the folder from my desk?” Rosa nodded and disappeared down the hall. My father moved toward the desk, but I stepped into his path.

He glared at me. “Get out of my way.”

“No.”