Had Caspian's father just referred to her as the biggest mistake her father ever made? The words rang in her ears, and just as she was about to respond, Caspian gently pressed a finger to her lips, signaling her to hold back.

“Dad, I’m thirty-two years old,” Caspian said, his voice as steady as steel. “Since I filed for emancipation at eighteen, I stopped letting you tell me how to live my life. You may think you have some kind of authority over what I do, how I run my ...