“Well,” he said. “The soldier finally made it home.”
I carefully lifted Emily into my arms.
Sophie cried softly against my chest.
Anger slammed into my ribs.
But the military had taught me one thing:
The first person to lose control loses the fight.
“Move.”
My mother lifted her chin.
“That woman has been poisoning you against us. She spent your money, broke every rule in this house, and tried to steal company documents.”
Emily barely managed a whisper.
“You emptied the accounts…”
My father laughed.
“What accounts? Everything you have came from this family.”
I stepped toward the doorway.
My father tried to block me.
One look stopped him.
He moved aside.
I carried my wife through the foyer, leaving melted snow across the Italian marble floors my mother loved showing off to guests.
“You threw my entire world into the snow,” I said quietly.
Neither of them spoke.
