The moment my father cracked the door open, Abner barged in, followed by his parents and his younger brother.
"Where's the ticket? Hand it over!"
Beth didn't waste a second.
I met her glare head-on.
"It's my ticket. Why would I give it to you?"
"It's marital property!" She jabbed a finger at me. "Abner's entitled to half!"
I lowered myself into a chair, taking my time.
"Then we'll settle that during the divorce proceedings. For now, I'd like you to leave. This is my home."
Beth shoved Abner forward. "Say something!"
His gaze flickered over me, conflicted.
"Cass, just... bring out the ticket. We can talk this through."
"Talk?" I stared at him. "You call rigging the dumpling so I'd find the coin, then announcing how to split the money before I could blink—talking? Ransacking my house—talking?"
"If you keep being this stubborn, you'll only hurt yourself!"
Abner's brow furrowed. "You spend money like water anyway. It'll be gone before you know it. Better to let Mom manage it."
I laughed—a cold, hollow sound.
Finally. Crystal clear.
In his mind, there was only the Fletcher family. Our little family—Rosemary and me—didn't even register.
I looked him dead in the eyes, enunciating every word.