The Temperature of Love
"What are you packing? Name one thing in this house you paid for. Everything you eat, wear, and use comes from my money.
"If you're leaving, then leave with nothing. Even the clothes you're wearing, I bought them. Take them off."
Even Adrian followed us in, tilting his little face up.
"Yeah, Mom. Take off the clothes before you go."
My vision went dark for a second. I grabbed the doorframe to steady myself.
Seeing me frozen there, pale and silent, Harry thought he had me cornered.
He cleared his throat.
"Alright, enough of this. Stop making a scene. Tomorrow, when Larisse comes, apologize properly. Turn in your reflection, and we'll forget all of this.
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