My father’s jaw tightened. “Ethan is twenty-six. He should contribute.”
“And Claire is thirty-two,” Grandpa said. “With two children she chose to have and a man she chose to marry, divorce, and keep going back to whenever he knocks.”
Claire stood so fast her chair scraped the floor. “How dare you.”
Grandpa didn’t raise his voice. “Sit down.”
She sat.
Then Grandpa turned to me again.
“Ethan, where does your money go?”
I laughed once, but there was no humor in it. “To them.”
Mom’s eyes filled with tears. “We never forced you.”
“You told me if I moved out, I was abandoning the family.”
Dad pointed at me. “Because family helps family.”
Grandpa pushed his plate away.
“Then tonight,” he said, “family is going to tell the truth.”
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