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her lips together in a thin line and folded her arms. “I was going to tell you.”
    “We talked about this, Jasmine.” Mitch ran a hand over his short curls, letting out a frustrated growl. “If you want to pursue fashion, then fine—but do it after graduation. Get a degree so you have a fallback.”
    Her eyes flashed. “I don’t need a fallback. I have an internship at a design house downtown. I found out this week.”
    An internship—suddenly her abrupt withdraw from school made so much sense. But internships were usually unpaid and guaranteed nothing. “Fashion is not a sensible career choice.”
    “I don’t want to be sensible. I’m not like you, Mitch. I’m passionate about this.”
    Mitch swallowed, remembering a time when Zoey had flung a similar accusation in his face. “You can be passionate while still being smart. Quincy wants to be a surgeon, but he knew the Air Force was the quickest and most financially responsible route to get there. Aliyah wants to be a soccer mom, but she still got her degree in teaching in case she needs to provide for those children.”
    “There’s never going to be a better time to take this risk than right now. I’m single. I don’t have any children. I want to do this.”
    Mitch stared at his little sister, seeing the nine-year-old girl she’d been when their mother died. He blinked, and his adult sister came back into focus, her eyes sparkling with defiance. Anger swelled within him. He had put his entire life on hold to raise her, and this was the thanks he got.
    “The deal was I would pay for your living expenses if you would go to school full-time and maintain a respectable GPA. We both agreed this is the best thing for your future.”
    “No, you decided while ignoring what I had to say.”
    “I’m not the enemy here, Jas—I just want what’s best for you.”
    “You think you know what’s best for me.” Her eyes glowed with tears, and she glared. “I’m not made for college. I’m miserable there.”
    “You haven’t given it an adequate chance.”
    “Two semesters is a pretty solid try. I worked my butt off and still only got Bs.”
    “Things will get better. You were really excited about that elective in fashion history.”
    “I’m more excited about gaining hands-on experience.” She folded her arms. “I’m taking the internship. Over a hundred people applied, and they picked me. Do you have any idea what an opportunity this is?”
    She was so stubborn. “And how are you going to support yourself while you’re an intern?”
    “In six months, they’ll hire me as a paid intern if I do well.”
    Mitch snorted. “Six months with no income. That sounds financially smart.”
    “Are you saying you’ll cut me off if I don’t go back to school?”
    Mitch’s chest heaved. “That was the deal. If you want me to support you financially, you go to school.” He wasn’t about to help her down a path of destruction.
    “Fine then.” She headed down the hallway to her bedroom.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I told you—Disneyland with my friends. Dapper Day will give me something interesting to discuss around the water cooler on my first day as an intern.”
    “Jas, we need to talk about this.”
    “I’m done talking.” She slammed the door.
    “Jasmine!”
    But she didn’t answer.
    Mitch left the apartment, shutting the door so forcefully the frame shook. For the millionth time, he wished his mom was still alive. She’d had a quiet patience and understanding love about her that he’d never be able to master, not if he lived a thousand years.
    Ungrateful, selfish, naive little brat. One day, Jasmine would look back at this moment and wish she’d made a different choice.
    He got in his Corolla and sped out of the parking lot. After ten minutes of driving nearly ninety on the freeway, he let off the gas and the fog of rage started to dissipate.
    What am I doing, Mom? Would she want him to cut Jasmine off financially just because he