“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.”

read it once.

“Then we’ll let the law handle the car,” she said. “And we’ll handle the rest properly.”

For the first time, I knew I wasn’t facing my family alone.

Twenty minutes later, Jason arrived driving my silver crossover.

He parked unevenly outside the restaurant and marched toward us.

“This is unbelievable!” he shouted. “You’re humiliating me over a stupid car?”

I stood beside Clara.

“Give me the keys.”

He laughed.

“Seriously, Emily? After everything Mom and Dad have done for you?”

I held out my hand.

“The keys,