“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.”

documents.”

I opened my handbag.

Inside were the vehicle registration, purchase documents, police report number, and photographs of Jason driving my crossover.

Mother’s expression shifted.

“You reported your own brother?”

“He took my car without permission.”

“You could ruin his life!”

I stared at her.

“He could have ruined mine. I almost lost my hospital job because I couldn’t get to work.”

Aunt Clara looked devastated.

Then she asked an unexpected question.

“Emily, did your mother ever give you the money I sent for nursing school?”

I froze.

“What money?”