Stepdad’s interruption
My stepdad tried to interrupt, but I held my ground, presenting undeniable evidence. “Let me finish,” I said firmly, locking eyes with him.
He opened his mouth to protest again, but I continued without pause. I revealed more documents, including legal advisories from my lawyer.
Each page I flipped added weight to my argument, silencing his attempts to derail the conversation. The room hung on my every word.