Josh Morgan Sterling POV“What board meeting? This is a private celebration. Aren’t we allowed to do that?” My mother, Mary Sterling, shot back.She got out of her chair with a flute in her hand, trying to show us that indeed this was a celebration between friends.Her manicured fingers glimmered with the light.She paced slowly around the table, flute in hand, trying to show that this was a celebration between friends. Then her expression hardened. The smile on her face turned grim, and her eyes became sharp when she stopped at her seat and banged the flute on the wooden table.The sound of a loud thud echoed around us.“You are disturbing us.” She hissed.“Cut it out, Mary. We all knew why you are here,” Grandpa interrupted. His voice was almost a whisper, but his tense body showed how angry he was, as if he were ready to explode at any minute.His fingers curled hard on his cane.“Jason.” Mother called out my father’s name. Her tone was faint, calling for rescue.And my father resp
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