“I didn’t want the money back.”
“Then why demand it?”
“I’m not demanding the money because I’m angry.
I’m asking for the loan to be repaid because it was a loan.”
“You called it family help.”
“That doesn’t mean it became a gift.”
Another silence.
I heard a faint sound in the background, followed by Chelsea’s voice.
“Is that him?”
Logan covered the phone, but not quickly enough.
“Dad,” he said, “Chelsea wants to talk to you.”
“Does she?”
“She says she needs to explain.”
I stood and walked to the window.
“No,” I said.
“Dad, please.”
“I’m not ready to talk to her.”
“She didn’t mean—”
“Logan.”
He stopped.
I had rarely used his name that way.
Not loudly.
Not harshly.
Just firmly enough to remind him that I was not asking permission.
“I’m willing to meet you,” I said.
