A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

you value me as a person, not a safety net. If you’re not capable of that, we’re done.”

Dad’s face hardened. “You can’t talk to me like that. I am your father. I made you.”

“I made me,” I said. “And now I’m deciding how much of me you get access to.”

I walked to the door.

Mom called after me, voice shrill. “This is foolish, Stacy. Family is all you have continue reading …