"A plate of ribs costs over two hundred dollars, and you talk about it like it's nothing. Do you know how much this dinner is costing your brother?"
I opened my mouth—I'd been about to say that I was the one who'd paid for the entire meal—but my father silenced me with a single sharp look.
Christine Finch jumped in to smooth things over. "It's New Year's Eve, let's not argue. Lola, when are you heading back to the office?"
I set down my chopsticks. "Aunt Christine, I quit."
"Quit? When did that happen?"
"Right before the holiday. I was exhausted. I want to take some time off."
The truth was, I'd been promoted with a raise.
I'd pulled several all-nighters before the holiday to land a major account for the company. My boss had personally approved a rest period before I came back.
I said what I said on purpose. Every time I'd come home before, my brother and sister-in-law had always told me not to work so hard. Take a few days off. There's always a room for you here.
I thought this time, my sister-in-law would say the same thing—then get some good rest.
But her face went rigid.
"So... you're planning to stay long-term?"
I nodded. "Sure. I can even help you look after Leo. Why—am I not welcome?"