Earlier, when he walked in, he’d seen his mother, Diane Carter, stretched comfortably across the recliner with a blanket over her legs and a smoothie in her hand.
His younger sisters had taken over the couch.
Vanessa Carter was busy scrolling through designer handbags on a brand-new iPhone Ethan had bought her for graduation.
Courtney Carter sat laughing at TikTok videos on her tablet.
Madison Carter complained loudly because her food delivery forgot extra sauce.
Burger wrappers, milkshake cups, and fries covered the coffee table.
The air smelled like expensive perfume and takeout grease.
Ethan paid for all of it.
Every bill.
Every subscription.
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