At My 31st Birthday Dinner, My Parents Slid A Disownment Letter Across The Table While My Sister Filmed. “From All Of Us,” Mom Said. I Folded The Papers, Thanked Them, And Walked Out—Because The Program For March 15 Was Already Printed.

” I corrected. “You made that decision. I simply accepted your terms.”

Security appeared at my shoulder. Marcus had anticipated this.

“Director Dixon, is everything all right?”

“These people are causing a disturbance,” I said calmly. “They’re not on my approved contact list.”

My mother’s gasp was audible.

“Giana, please. People are watching.”

“Yes, they continue reading …