My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House

“She bought the wrong almond milk again,” Ava said.

“I told her exactly which brand I need for my morning smoothies and she bought the cheap one.”

I touched my thin silver bracelet.

“The grocery store was completely out of the vanilla one you like.

I bought the plain version from the exact same company.”

“It tastes like chalk,” Ava said.

“My mom always buys the right one.”

Daniel rubbed his left eyebrow with two fingers.