She ordered furniture. The seller expects the money. You’re destroying everything.”
“No,” I said. “I’m refusing to finance it.”
“You owe your sister something.”
“I owe her nothing.”
The next morning, Dad stormed into Miriam’s office without an appointment.
I was already there.
He stopped when he saw me.
Miriam placed the disputed authorization in the middle of the conference table.
“Thomas,” she said calmly, “before you say another word, understand that this document has now been preserved by four separate institutions.”
For the first time in my life, my
