“Stop talking to me like I’m a child,” she snaps, finally ripping her hand out from underneath mine. “You want honesty from me, but you’re not willing to make any concessions of your own.”
“What kind of concessions would you like?”
“You’re not willing to give up control. You’re not even willing to share it.”
“For me to share power, I would need to find someone who’s my equal.”
A flicker of irritation flits across her eyes, but it’s tempered by the knowledge that I’m actively trying to get a rise out of her.
“You can talk all the s**t you want, but your actions speak otherwise. You’re here. That proves I’m something to you.”
I lean back and regard her. “You overestimate your own importance,” I say coldly. “I’m here for information about my daughter.”
I feel that same surge of discomf
