Chapter 10: The Daughter Who Finally Chose Herself
The mediated meeting took place in a small conference room the following Friday.
Rebecca sat beside me. Denise attended with her attorney. Dad waited in the adjoining room, available if we needed him.
For the first time since the dinner that exposed everything, I was sitting across from Denise without trying to guess which answer would keep her happy.
She looked tired.
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Her cream-colored suit had been replaced by a plain gray blouse. Her eyes were swollen, and her hands kept twisting a tissue in her lap.
The mediator explained that we were there to discuss the impact of the events on our relationship, not to replace the ongoing legal and financial reviews.