“I owe you an apology, Kristin,” he said.

“You apologized to Dad.”

“I filed the complaint.

I did not think it through, and I spoke to you as if I knew everything about this property.

I was wrong.”

I wanted to make him squirm.

I wanted him to feel an hour of the anger I had carried for days.

But he looked genuinely tired, and there were more important things to solve.