Kendra’s POV
An infernal fire roared in my chest.
She could insult me. She could glare at me from across the room with her frosted lips and sharpened words. But the second she opened her mouth to speak about my mother like that, something inside me snapped.
I straightened in my seat. My voice cut across the air like a blade.
“Say what you want about me. But don’t speak about my mother. Don’t pretend you know anything about her. She didn’t steal from anyone. She didn’t leave because she was greedy. She left because she was trying to survive. You would have done the same if you were in her place, and we both know it.”
Tiffany’s lips thinned. Her hands shifted on the baby, her grip growing tighter.
I stood slowly, letting the weight of my words settle. “I didn’t come here to fight with
