Chapter 6 - Returning to Confront My Family
By 2:00 PM that afternoon, a sleek black town car provided by the bank dropped me off in front of my father’s suburban estate.
I stood on the manicured lawn wearing the same grave-stained black dress, my posture tall and completely transformed.
The front door was unlocked, as usual, since my family never bothered to secure doors against people they considered beneath them.
I walked into the spacious living room where Richard, Susan, and Tyler were sitting around the glass coffee table drinking imported scotch.
They were laughing loudly, reviewing real estate brochures for a luxury vacation home they planned to buy with Grandma’s expected estate.
When I stepped into the room, Susan stopped laughing, her expression twisting into a mask of ugly, immediate disgust.
“What are you doing here, Chloe? Did you come back to beg for grocery money because your cheap apartment has no heat?” Susan sneered.
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Richard took a slow sip of his scotch, leaning back against the leather sofa with an arrogant, triumphant smirk.
“Let her stay, Susan; maybe she wants to apologize for dragging her feet at the cemetery yesterday like a miserable shadow,” Richard mocked.
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