"You know exactly what kind of situation Sarah and Viola are in. How can you be so heartless?"
Sarah pressed herself against Gavin's side, working up a wounded little look that turned the stomach.
"Look at this! You crammed all my things into one bag, everything's wrinkled, none of it's wearable now."
"You owe me for that. Every cent of it."
Mom watched the cozy way they stood together, and the corner of her mouth lifted.
"Sarah, every penny you've ever spent was earned by Gavin. That's marital property."
"I could take you to court and make you cough up ten years of it."
The color drained from Sarah's face in an instant, and she turned to Gavin for help.
"Gav…"
Gavin stared at Mom, his eyes full of fury.
"Melanie. Apologize."
Mom didn't answer him. She turned to leave.
He lunged forward and seized her arm, his grip closing right over her wound.
Cold sweat broke across her forehead from the pain.
"Apologize. Now."
Sarah folded her arms across her chest, not bothering to hide the smugness in her eyes.
Anger flared up in my chest, and I threw myself at him and bit down hard on his hand.
He cried out and let go.
"Rachel!"
I clenched both fists.
"As long as I'm here, no one gets to push my mother around. Not even you!"
"Fine. Fine. Fine."
Gavin looked at the bleeding teeth marks on his arm, and his brows knotted hard.
"Melanie! This is the daughter you raised!"
"Someone this violent has no business setting foot in Whitmore."
He pulled out his phone, typed a text, and sent it.
"Melanie, Rachel, don't blame me for being cruel."
Having thrown that out, he tried to walk through the front door.
Mom put out her hand and blocked him.
"Gavin, this is the property my father left me before we ever married. You and Sarah don't deserve to live here."
Gavin saw how serious she was.
He let out a cold laugh, then turned and pulled Sarah away with him.
The next evening, Mom took me out to a restaurant for dinner, and as we passed one of the private rooms, I heard my father's voice.
I looked through the gap in the door.
Gavin was bent low, pouring a drink for Eustace James, the head of Whitmore's HR office.
His voice carried that fawning note.
"Eustace, getting Sarah into the administration department in the first place was all thanks to you. Viola's interview is tomorrow, and I'll need you to lend a hand again."
The man's mouth worked.
Gavin's hand shot out at once to catch the bone he spat out.
All of it landed in Mom's line of sight.
Back when I had my accident, my right leg could have been saved. All it would have taken was for my father to set aside his pride and beg Dr. Lyons, a man he'd once crossed, to operate himself.
Mom, her body still raw from surgery, knelt on the floor and begged him.
He said, "I, Gavin Barnes, will never bow my head to anyone, as long as I live."
I couldn't keep my voice from shaking.
"Why is he willing to beg for Viola?"
Mom took my hand, her chest rising and falling hard.
There was heartache in her eyes, and guilt.
"Rae, your father doesn't love me, and he's made you suffer for it."
"But from now on, I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
Outside the classroom for Whitmore's special-admission interviews, the hall was packed with students waiting their turn and the parents who'd come along.
I spotted Viola right away, tucked safely between Gavin and Sarah.
They saw Mom and me too.
Gavin came over with a frown, looking at us the way you'd look at troublemakers.
"What are you two doing here? I already gave the slot to Viola."
"This isn't a place for you to come stir things up."
Mom took my hand and steered me right around him.
