“A decent sister-in-law forks over the cash so her little sister looks presentable!

You’re a hoarding miser.

When you drop dead, you can’t take your stock portfolio into the grave with you!” I stood up straight and rolled my shoulders back and looked her directly in the eye.

I had spent three years shrinking in front of this woman.

I was, I realized, finished with it.

Chapter 4 — Every Brick Belongs to Me