me clearly for the first time.
“I… I didn’t know about the account,” he said quietly. “I mean, I knew Mom found money when I was in trouble, but I thought… I don’t know what I thought. That she had savings. That Dad helped. I didn’t realize she took it from you.”
“You never asked,” I replied. “You never wanted to know where your safety net came from.”
He flinched.
“You’re right,” he said. “I didn’t. That’s on me.”
The living room behind me erupted in laughter.
The contrast between
