“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation over some paint.”
“Then let’s talk about the paint,” Dad said.
He slid the printed pages toward her.
I recognized photographs of my car.
“I sent pictures to a detailing shop this morning,” he explained. “They gave me a preliminary estimate. They need to inspect the paint before giving us an actual price.”
Amanda glanced at the figures.
“That’s ridiculous!”
“It’s a range, not a final bill,” Dad said. “And Jessica shouldn’t have to guess whether she can safely remove it herself.”
“She asked me to split the cost!” Amanda protested.
“Which was generous,” Dad replied.
Amanda turned toward me.
“You’re really going to let Dad gang up on me?”
I took a moment before answering.
“I didn’t ask him to bring any of this here. Yesterday, I asked you for help, and you told me I wasn’t allowed to see Lily anymore.”
