Mom quickly added, “We’re family, after all.”
Chapter 7: The Price of an Apology
I was ready to tell them to leave.
But Jordan spoke first.
“Come in,” he said calmly. “We can talk over tea.”
They sat in our living room, teacups untouched, and spent nearly two hours explaining their situation.
They talked about debts. Deadlines. Bank notices. Business mistakes.
But not once did either of them say, “We’re sorry.”
When they finally ran out of words, Jordan walked into his office and returned with a check for $20,000.
My mother’s eyes lit up instantly.
Jordan held it back.
“You can have it,” he said. “Right now. But only on one condition.”
My father stiffened. “What condition?”
Jordan’s voice stayed calm.
“I want an apology.”
Chapter 8: Words Without Remorse
Dad released a breath that sounded almost like a laugh.
“That’s it? Of course. I’m sorry, Jordan.”
Mom nodded quickly. “If anything we ever said hurt you—”
“If?” I interrupted.
She blinked, then continued anyway.
“We didn’t mean it that way. They were jokes. But yes, we’re sorry.”
There it was.
Twelve years of cruelty reduced to an inconvenience.
Twelve years of humiliation softened into if you took it that way.
Jordan held out the check.
And I knew I could not let them take it like that.
I reached forward and took the check from his hand.
“No,” I said.
Everyone looked at me.
Chapter 9: My Condition
My mother frowned. “What do you mean, no?”
“You don’t get to insult him for twelve years and fix it in twelve seconds with an apology you don’t mean.”
Dad’s expression hardened.
“We did what he asked.”
“No,” I replied. “You rushed through words you thought would buy you twenty thousand dollars.”
My father turned toward Jordan, the way he always did when he wanted to dismiss me.
“You’re not seriously going to let her do this.”
Jordan did not hesitate.
“We make decisions together,” he said. “If Jen isn’t satisfied, then I trust her judgment.”
For the first time in twelve years, my parents were not controlling the conversation.
And they felt it.
Chapter 10: One Week in His World
I turned the check over in my hands.
“If you want our help, you’re going to earn it.”
Dad gave a dry laugh. “Earn it? We’re your parents.”
