history to seem more aligned with their social circle.”
“I said nothing, believing it was a phase you’d outgrow. But last night made it clear you’ve gone beyond adaptation to outright rejection of who you are and where you come from.”
“That’s not fair,” Amber whispered.
“No,” I agreed. “It’s not.”
“It’s not fair that I worked two jobs to raise you alone after your father decided fatherhood was too restrictive. It’s not fair that I depleted my retirement to fund your ambitions. And it’s certainly not fair that after
