“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.”

The room seemed to spin.

Clara slowly lowered herself into her chair.

“Ten thousand dollars. Four years ago. I transferred it to your parents because they said they were helping manage your tuition.”

I shook my head.

“I paid for nursing school with loans.”

Dad averted his eyes.

Mother turned pale.

Clara opened her banking app.

“I have the transfer confirmation.”

Mom whispered, “We used it for family expenses.”

“What expenses?” Clara demanded.

Nobody replied.

Then I remembered something.

Four years earlier, Jason had bought an expensive pickup shortly after