My Family Complained When I Gave My Sister My Old Car Until She Demanded My New One

trying to end this.”

“No,” I said. “You’re trying to make me pay for ending it.”

Grant slid the pen across the table.

“Sign it.”

“No.”

His eyes went flat.

“I can expose things about you.”

“Be specific.”

That stopped him. It genuinely stopped him, and I understood something in that moment that I wish I had understood at nineteen.

“I have emails,” he said.

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