credit card.”
I set a thick folder on the table.
“The card was mine. The account was mine. And your access has been permanently revoked.”
Dad struck the table.
“You don’t get to punish us!”
“Then stop treating someone else’s money as your inheritance.”
He sprang to his feet.
“Everything you have is because of me!”
I opened my folder.
“Actually, Dad, your business survived because I lent it $750,000.”
His expression changed.
“That was family money!”
“No. It was a documented commercial loan. You signed the agreement, and
