Lena’s stomach dropped as she understood what that meant.
Diane had been going through the mail, or more likely watching the shared office printer where banking alerts still printed because Eric had never updated the settings the way Lena had asked him to months ago.“That money is not yours,” Lena said quietly.
Diane leaned back with a confidence that could only come from someone who had never once faced real consequences.
“It is if you want peace in this house.”
Lena set her keys down on the counter, keeping her voice steady.
“I already pay for everything in this house.”
“And?” Diane snapped. “You married into this family. Family takes care of family.”
Lena glanced toward the den where Eric was sitting in front of a game on television.He had gone completely still, the way a person goes still when they know something is coming and have already decided they are not going to be the one to address it.
That stillness told Lena everything she needed to know about where her husband stood.She turned back to Diane and asked one more time, plainly.
“What do you need five thousand dollars for?”
