Diane crossed her arms. “Fine. We used the card because you never say no.”
That admission explained everything.
I nodded. “Thank you.”
Claire frowned. “For what?”
I tapped my phone.
A recording icon appeared on the screen.
Dad turned pale.
I stood. “For making it easy.”
Everything came crashing down on Friday.
Forty-eight hours after breakfast, Dad summoned a “family meeting,” his usual way of gathering an audience to enforce my obedience. Everyone assembled in the living room, where I’d spent birthdays positioned at the edges of family photographs, emotionally
