ended, nobody spoke.
Then Nick cleared his throat.
“She misunderstood some of what I said.”
I opened the screenshots.
“Sell the expensive items first,” I read aloud.
He shifted uncomfortably.
“You don’t know the context.”
“Then explain it.”
Silence.
I continued.
“Card payment. Need it by Monday.”
Frank leaned forward.
“What card, son?”
Nick rubbed his hands over his face.
“It’s handled.”
“By selling my clothes?” I asked.
“I was going to replace them!”
“But you told me you’d given them away because Tara needed help.”
He looked down.
“I
