communications.”
Mason tried slipping his phone into his pocket.
Rebecca turned toward him. “That includes you.”
Claire slowly sat, her law-school confidence fading.
Dad faced me, his anger replaced by helplessness.
“Ethan,” he said. “Please.”
That word should have mattered.
But I remembered breakfast. Just the five of us. You understand, right?
“Yes,” I said softly. “I understand.”
Diane erupted. “After everything we did for you?”
I surveyed the house I’d rescued and the relatives I’d supported, people who’d confused generosity with weakness.
“You didn’t do anything for me,” I
