Amber started crying then, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of rage. “How dare you!” she screamed. “How dare you try to ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”
“Amber, please listen to me—”
“No! You listen to me!” Her voice was shaking with fury. “I’m 35 years old! I don’t need my daddy’s permission to live my life!”
Louis put his arm around her again, whispering in her ear. “See? I told you he’d try to control you. He can’t stand the thought of another man making you happy.”
“That’s not true,” I said, stepping toward them. “Amber, you know me better than that. When have I ever tried to control your life?”
But she was beyond listening. The tears were flowing freely now, and her voice cracked as she spoke. “This is Mom’s house anyway!” she shouted. “She would have wanted me to be happy! She would have supported my marriage!”
The mention of Margaret made my stomach flip. “Your mother would have wanted you to be safe and loved, not manipulated and hurt.”
“You don’t know what Mom would have wanted!” Amber was screaming now. “She’s been gone for 30 years! This house should be mine, not yours!”
Louis seized the moment. “Babe, you don’t have to take this. It’s your inheritance. You shouldn’t have to live with someone who doesn’t support your happiness.”
And then my daughter said the words that shattered my world. “Get out,” she whispered, then louder, “Get out! This is my house now, and I want you gone!”
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