Tyler surveyed my office.

“Nice place. So you’re actually making money?”

I understood immediately.

They weren’t there to apologize.

They wanted something.

Dad leaned toward me.

“Our business is struggling. We need a temporary investment.”

“How much?”

“Four hundred thousand dollars.”

I said nothing.

Mom smiled.

“Besides, we heard that old woman left you her house. Surely you can use that as collateral.”

I went completely still.

They’d finally underestimated the wrong daughter.

I faced Dad.

“You want me to mortgage Eleanor’s house to rescue your business?”

He shrugged.

“That woman only helped you because we raised you properly.”

I nearly laughed.

“You threw me out.”

“We taught you independence!” Mom snapped.

Tyler leaned back.

“Come on, Sarah. You’re rich now. Stop acting like a victim.”

I opened my laptop.

“Before we discuss money, there’s something you should see.”

Dad smiled.

“Finally, you’re being reasonable.”