“No, Brittany,” his voice remained remarkably calm, exhausted, and utterly certain.

“The cake was never the actual problem here.” “This is all your sister’s fault!” Brittany pointed a sharp, accusing finger directly at my face.

“She completely manipulated you!

She set this entire scheme up from the start, and you cannot possibly mean what you are saying!” “She did not make this heavy decision for me at all,” he shook his head slowly at her.

“You made this decision all by yourself with your own cruel words today.