But it explains a lot.”
My dad leaned forward, reading. His jaw tightened. My mom didn’t look at the page—she looked at me. “This is business planning,” she said calmly. “You weren’t meant to see it yet.” “Yet,” I repeated. “So there was a time you planned to tell me I was being phased out.” Madison finally looked up. “You’re overreacting. It’s just continue reading …
