Chapter 84

I likely wouldn’t hear from her for a few weeks, at least, which was what happened whenever I pissed her off. It may take longer this time, what with tonight’s revelations. Dad, when he was alive, had been able to sweet-talk her out of any mood. He’d been a well-known photographer with a perpetually sunny and mild temperament. He was her total opposite and they had been the perfect fit, somehow. He’d never pushed me to be anything but myself.

I was too like her to ever do more than rub salt in wounds, so I’d just have to wait her out. I felt guilty for the relief coursing through my veins.

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An hour later, I was back in my office, working on spreadsheets on a Friday night. I usually remained at my desk until the wee hours of the morning, and worked on weekends, too, what with not having a life to speak of, and lots of deadlines to meet. I slept around five hours a night, and less when things were very busy, which was often.