father looked at me with something other than authority.
Fear.
Dad recovered quickly.
Or tried to.
“This is a family matter,” he snapped.
Miriam folded her hands. “Then why did you submit a false authorization to a regulated financial institution?”
Mom arrived ten minutes later with Lena.
My sister was furious.
“You promised me that house!”
“I never promised you anything.”
“Dad said you would!”
I turned toward him.
“That was convenient.”
He slammed his palm against the table.
“Enough! You have more money than you need.”
“There it is,”
