My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House
I pointed my index finger at the third line of the email.
“Read that line out loud, Daniel,” I said.
Ava stepped closer to the table, her sneaker laces trailing on the tile floor.
She read the sentence under the email header before Daniel could block the screen.
“I just need a little more time,” Ava read slowly.
“Once Claire finishes paying down the mortgage, everything will be easier.”
Ava pulled her hand back from the edge of the table as if the wood were hot.
She turned toward her father, her chin dropping.
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