My Family Planned To Move In Until I Asked For Eight Hundred Sixty Thousand

into your apartment. No excuses.”

Natalie giggled. My mother watched me, her expression daring me to object. Kevin grinned.

It was the moment they expected me to protest, to cry, to eventually give in the way I had always given in.

I picked up my fork and took a small bite of chicken. I chewed slowly. I looked at each of them in turn.

Then I smiled.

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