stared at my son.
“Three hundred and forty thousand dollars?”
Benjamin’s eyes filled with tears.
“I was going to pay it back.”
“With what?”
He didn’t answer.
“With my money?”
“Mom…”
“With the mortgage payments I made?”
“No.”
“With the insurance?”
“No.”
“With Genevieve’s home repairs?”
“No.”
“With the country club?”
He looked down.
I nodded.
“That’s what I thought.”
Genevieve suddenly stepped forward.
“You have no idea what Benjamin has been dealing with.”
I looked at her.
“And yet he had enough money for a townhouse dinner I wasn’t
