my father roared, his voice echoing loudly down the quiet hallway of my condo building. He shoved past me uninvited, storming into my living room as if he still owned the place. “You absolute psycho! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Your mother is sitting in a Maui hotel room crying her eyes out because every single one of our credit cards was declined at a five-star resort restaurant, and our corporate accounts have been completely wiped clean!”
I didn’t flinch.
I took a slow sip of coffee,
