“Can’t even afford a decent car, yet you’re sitting here having Christmas dinner with us?” they mocked me in front of the whole table. I simply set my glass down, looked straight at them, and said, “You should laugh a little quieter… because the building you live in belongs to me.”

”

“You needed honesty,” I replied.

A long silence followed.

Then Daniel asked a question he never imagined he would ask me.

“What do I do now?”

For the first time in years, there was no arrogance left in his voice.

At five o’clock, I met Daniel and Lauren inside the building office. Lauren’s eyes were swollen from crying. Daniel looked ten years older.

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