His consulting business is expanding fast.”

“Then Gregory can rent an office downtown,” I said, standing my ground by the counter.

Priscilla’s face tightened.

“Why would he waste thousands a month on rent when you have a whole master suite sitting mostly empty?”

“Because that room belongs to me.

It’s my sanctuary.”

My father shook his head.

“Don’t start making this about petty legal ownership, Charlotte.” I almost laughed aloud.