Sarah
My voice trembles as I stutter out the words, "My penthouse? You want me to sign it over to Vincent? Why?"
As soon as my father showed up unannounced, I should have known trouble was on the horizon.
"He said he wanted it. And I...I can't deny his request," my father, Thomas, says quietly.
"Oh? kind of like how you couldn't deny his request to buy me?" I say bitterly.
"Stop being so dramatic, Sarah. I didn't sell you off. You seem content where you are," Thomas responds with annoyance.
It's true, I'm not completely unhappy here, but still...
"I won't give up the penthouse. It was a gift from Mom, and her priceless art collection is there. They hold sentimental value to me," I plead my case.
"It's not that you're completely losing it, Sarah. After all, you're married to Vincent
