“No.”
“Why not?”
Her mouth tightened.
“He ignored every call about tuition until he needed me to protect him.”
For the first time, I did not see a spoiled young woman.
I saw a daughter realizing she had been valuable to her father mainly when she was useful.
I felt sorry for her, but sympathy did not erase responsibility.
“You charged personal purchases to my card,” I said.
“I know.”
“You insulted me at my mother’s birthday.”
“I know.”
“You treated my kindness like something you were owed.”
Her eyes dropped. “I did.”
“I appreciate these emails. But I’m still angry.”
Her shoulders fell.
“I’m willing to believe you can become a different person,” I added. “That isn’t the same as pretending nothing happened.”
She nodded once.
Before we left, I told her she would repay the personal charges.
“I figured.”
