“What house?” I asked.
Mom glanced at Dad. Dad looked at the coffee stain. Courtney’s smile flickered.
“A condo,” Dad said. “Two bedrooms. Lincoln Park. It was a good opportunity.”
“Lincoln Park,” I repeated.
“It’s close to opportunities for her,” Mom said.
“What opportunities?”
Courtney sat forward. “Don’t start.”
“No, I’m interested. What opportunities?”
“Boutiques. Agencies. Influencer partnerships. You wouldn’t understand because your whole life is spreadsheets and microwaved pasta.”
Dad said, “Amber.”
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