hate traveling with us anyway.”
Mason reclined in his chair. “Besides, you’re always busy with your little bank job.”
Little bank job. Their favorite description of my career because I’d never corrected them. In their eyes, I remained the quiet son who paid bills, repaired routers, renewed insurance policies, and never argued.
Dad gave me his familiar disappointed look, the one meant to secure obedience. “You’re older. You understand sacrifice.”
I nodded. “Yeah, OK.”
Everyone relaxed, mistaking my response for surrender.
Lily smirked. “See? He’s fine.”
But I wasn’t fine.
