jumped up.
“You can’t fire me! I’m family!”
“Family,” I repeated quietly. “That’s what I thought.”
Next, Richard projected the message about sending me into permanent care. Vanessa started sobbing.
“Daddy, we were worried about you.”
“Were you worried when you drove away?”
Her hand went to her mouth.
“Were you worried when you told me not to wait?”
She offered no reply.
I moved my phone across the tabletop, their messages visible on its screen.
“Those were your exact words.”
Derek gestured accusingly toward me.
“You’re going to destroy
