owner account.
Kayla let out a nervous laugh.
“What is this?”
I placed my phone beside my plate.
“A correction.”
Dad immediately stood.
“Natalie, undo it.”
“No.”
The word was quiet.
But it cut through the room.
Mom blinked at me.
“That money is for family.”
“I know,” I said. “That’s why I protected it.”
Kayla’s tone sharpened.
“Protected it from what? From us?”
“From people who use emergency funds for vacations.”
Her face flushed.
“It’s my engagement celebration.”
“It’s my birthday.”
Silence.
For the first time that evening, everyone
