PART 3My father slowly placed his fork beside his plate.
Patrick continued. “She doesn’t need it. She can take a taxi. It’s not like she’s supporting the household anyway.”
My face burned.
My aunt Lauren looked down.
My brother Jason clenched his jaw.
But my father remained completely still.
Patrick laughed softly into the phone.
“Mom, you deserve something nice. You spent years driving that old thing. You should have a proper car.”
I stared at him.
Something inside me finally snapped.