could be used against me.
The following morning, I noticed an $18,500 charge in the household account.
Custom furniture.
Acoustic panels.
Studio equipment.
All things Madison supposedly needed for her business.
Most of the money in that account came from me.
When I confronted Dad, he barely reacted.
“Your brother needs a real opportunity.”
“And I don’t?”
“You already have a career. Logan is still building his future.”
That Friday, Dad asked me to come home early for dinner.
Logan and Madison arrived carrying champagne, fabric samples, and a
