summer.”
“One week.”
“Two. Non-negotiable.”
She nodded slowly, defeat settling into her shoulders.
“And Brooke?” I said, standing up. “If you ever speak to me or about me with disrespect again, I’ll make sure every person in your life knows exactly how you treat family. Clear?”
“Clear,” she whispered.
I turned to the children. “Go get your bags. But remember—you’re continue reading …
