Daniel’s head shot up.
Patricia’s smile vanished.
“What did you say?”
I stood, my chair scraping against the floor.
“Ask him why our savings account is empty. Ask him why he borrowed ten thousand dollars from my father and never paid it back. Ask him why he keeps telling me we’re broke while spending money on electronics and risky trades behind my back.”
The room went painfully quiet.
Daniel rose slowly.
“That’s enough.”
“No,” I said. “It isn’t. You let your family humiliate me for years because telling the truth would make you look bad.”
His face hardened.
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