Contract with the devil
Laura felt like she’d been slapped. “That’s not fair.”
“Fair or not, it’s true,” Scott said. “You signed a contract giving me control of your life for six months, how you spend money, who you see, where you go.”
“You’re seriously using the contract card now?” Laura asked, tears starting. “After everything we’ve been through?”
“You’re the one who broke our agreement,” Scott said. “Not me.”
“I was helping my sister,” Laura said. “I didn’t think I needed permission.”