The suitcase hit the icy driveway hard enough that the brass latch snapped open on impact, and my sweaters spilled out across the snow like something already given up for dead.
I knelt down in the freezing dark, my fingers going numb as I gathered them back up, while my mother stood on the wraparound porch of the Connecticut house I had spent the last five years paying to keep standing, pulling her cashmere shawl tighter around her shoulders as though the cold were the thing in this scene that needed sympathy.
It is just business, Olivia, she said, her voice stripped of anything resembling warmth. Harrison and Naomi need the guest house. Their real estate fund is expanding, and they need a temporary headquarters. You cannot expect to camp out in our backyard forever. You are thirty three. It is time you stood on your own two feet.
I stood up slowly and brushed the snow from my jeans. Camp out, I repeated, keeping my voice dangerously calm. I have paid the property taxes on this entire estate for five years, Mom. I covered the roof last spring. I pay the utilities. You and Dad have been living off my money while playing country club socialites.
My father stepped out through the heavy oak door with a cigar clamped between his teeth, my younger brother Harrison and his wife Naomi trailing behind him. Naomi leaned against the doorframe in a sleek designer coat, looking at me with the particular blend of pity and amusement she reserved for people she considered beneath her, which in practice meant everyone who wasn’t born into her family’s name.
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