“I already told you—it’s not gonna happen. We’re not taking you in. Yeah, we’re doing okay, but that didn’t fall from the sky. We worked for it. Helping you is kindness, not an obligation. Just because I have money doesn’t mean I’m gonna spend it on strangers. I’m not some saint.
“And we already give you 100 bucks every week as allowance. That’s more than enough for you to live on. Don’t push it.”
Without waiting for his response, I turned and left with my son.
Cecily followed closely behind, not really understanding why I acted that way—but she’s always backed me no matter what.
While she was getting the car ready, Alfie and I stood outside soaking up the sun.
Then I felt it—that cold, venomous stare from behind.
I turned my head—Tyrell was at the window, staring straight at me.
He switched expressions fast—pleading and pitiful.
But I caught it—that flash of something cruel and twisted like he had already made up his mind to get what he wanted.
I frowned and rushed my son into the car.
Even then, I was still shaken. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.