False accusations
Grace let out a bitter, almost painful laugh. “Don’t play dumb, Jenna. You’re only here for the inheritance,” she accused, her gaze sharp and cutting. I shook my head, struggling to find the right words. “Why don’t you just ask your mom directly?” I suggested, my frustration bubbling over. But my attempt at reason only seemed to ignite her anger further. She stood there silently, arms crossed, unreadable. Her expression gave nothing away, yet her silence was louder than words. The tension hung in the air, heavy and unrelenting, like the ticking of a clock. It was clear—she wasn’t going to be the one to mend the cracks between us today.
False Accusations
Demanding I leave
Her voice cut through the tension in the room, sharp and unyielding. “Leave, or I’ll call security!” she shouted, leaving no room for debate. That was my signal to go. I stepped back, my heart heavy and my mind clouded with confusion. As I made my way to the car, the drive home stretched endlessly, every mile weighed down by unanswered questions. This wasn’t the goodbye I had anticipated. Instead of clarity, I was left with a deeper sense of uncertainty. Why had Kelsey reached out, only to let things unravel like this?
Demanding I Leave
