Dad approached. “Don’t be petty.”
I lowered my mug. “Petty is not inviting your son to breakfast. Fraud is using his card afterward.”
Mason scoffed. “Oh my God, fraud? It’s family.”
“That’s what people say when they don’t want consequences.”
Claire narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t actually report us.”
I faced my future-lawyer sister, whose tuition I’d funded while she ridiculed my career.
“I already did.”
Nobody spoke.
Diane’s expression hardened. “You ungrateful little—”
My phone rang before she finished. I switched to speaker.
“This is Martin Hale from Northbridge
