My father’s car was idling at the entrance with my mother in the passenger seat, Madison in the back, and Tyler driving behind them in his own vehicle. They’d found me somehow. They’d found me. I watched as my father pressed the intercom button. Rebecca, we know you’re in there. Open this gate right now. My hands shook slightly as I pressed the talk button.
How did you get this address? That doesn’t matter. Open the gate. We need to talk to you. We don’t have anything to discuss. I’m busy today. You’re busy? My father’s voice tripped with sarcasm. Doing what? sitting in your little apartment feeling sorry for yourself. I’m not opening the gate. Please leave. Like hell, I will. You’ve poisoned our entire extended family against us.
Diane called your mother yesterday and uninvited her to their Christmas party. Frank told me I was a disgrace. Do you know what you’ve done? I invited family to Thanksgiving. That’s what I did. You invited them despite us. My mother’s voice came through now, shrill and angry. You’re trying to turn everyone against their own family. You excluded them first.
