of my company.”
Her face went blank.
“You said Grandpa was helping me.”
Gerald looked at his wife.
“I didn’t pay for that car.”
Tiffany’s eyes filled.
“Then who’s paying for it?”
Nobody answered quickly enough.
She turned toward me.
“You’re not going to stop paying it, are you?”
I stared at her.
I wish I could say the question surprised me.
It didn’t.
For four years, this family had treated my financial stability like a shared utility.
Something they could turn on whenever they needed it.
Vacations.
Cars.
Loans.
