I never thought my Mom could go this far for Claire.

Even though my arm was mostly healed, the way she twisted it sent pain shooting through me.

She deliberately pressed down on my old injury, making it unbearable to move, "What are you standing for? Hurry up!" She yelled at Claire.

Claire snapped out of her fake, fragile act, and quickly grabbed a ballpoint pen.

She slammed the agreement on the table and wrenched my right hand open, forcing the pen into my ...