« We need to talk, » he said.
Those four words rarely bring good news.
He sat across from me, folded his hands, and spoke as though he had already convinced himself.
« I gave the vacation money to Mom. »
I blinked.
« …What? »
« She wants to remodel her kitchen. It’s falling apart, and she’s always dreamed of having a modern one. »
I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because I genuinely thought he was joking.