My husband set his phone down sharply and said, “From now on, your money is yours, and mine is mine. And please don’t use my money to help your parents anymore.”

calmly, “you told me never to send another dollar of your money to my parents.”

He swallowed.

“Yes.”

“So I decided not to send any more of my money to yours.”

Nobody spoke.

And that wasn’t even the most important part.

PART 3

The following Monday, Daniel insisted on holding a family meeting at our house.

By seven that evening, everyone had arrived.

Patricia came in first, already furious.

Kyle paced beside the fireplace.

Megan sat stiffly next to her husband.

Daniel stood in the middle of the living room