“Emily, where’s the silver crossover I bought you?” Aunt Clara asked at dinner. Before I could answer, my mother smiled. “Her brother needed it more.”

parking lot, Clara took both my hands.

“Emily, I should have checked directly with you.”

“You couldn’t have known.”

“I should have asked.”

Then she revealed something else.

She owned several commercial properties and had recently created an education fund for younger family members.

My parents had asked her to let Jason manage the distributions.

She’d been considering their request.

“Not anymore,” she said.

My phone vibrated.

Jason had sent a message.

“Mom says you’re causing drama. I’m keeping the car until I get another one.”

I showed Clara.

She