lowering her voice as though gentleness could somehow erase theft.
“Natalie, sweetheart, this has gotten out of hand. Your father will explain tomorrow.”
“Explain now.”
Kayla folded her arms.
“Oh my God. Is this seriously because of my trip?”
I turned toward her.
“You mean the trip you’re taking with seven thousand dollars stolen from my account?”
Her expression changed.
“Stolen?”
Mom jumped in.
“It wasn’t stolen. It was family money.”
“I was the only person depositing into it.”
“That doesn’t make it only yours.”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “That
