“Neither will underestimating me,” I said.
The tension snapped like a wire pulled too tight. Mom rose abruptly.
“Enough. I won’t watch my daughters destroy each other.”
“Then stop picking sides,” I said, locking eyes with her, but her silence was answer enough.
I grabbed my jacket and walked out. The cold air outside felt cleaner than the stifling room I’d just left. On the drive back, my thoughts spiraled. Megan was escalating, snooping, appraising, threatening, and Mom was her shield. It was two against one, and I was done playing defense.
When I got back to the cabin, Jack was waiting on the porch. He looked at me the way only another veteran can look, reading tension in posture, in clenched fists, in eyes that won’t rest.
“You saw them,” he said, not even asking.
I nodded.
“They’re not backing down.”
He tossed me a beer.
