asked.
“Natalie, tonight isn’t the time.”
I looked around.
Blue balloons.
Hawaiian decorations.
Kayla’s first-class itinerary.
My forgotten cake.
“You’re right,” I said. “My birthday apparently wasn’t the time either.”
Mom’s lips tightened.
“Don’t be dramatic.”
That sentence finished it.
I grabbed my purse.
Dad stepped into my path.
“You need to move that money back.”
“No.”
“It belongs in the family account.”
“No. It belongs to me.”
“We made decisions based on that money being available.”
I stared at him.
“What decisions?”
Silence.
Dad’s jaw hardened.
Mom stepped closer,
