Mom frowned.
“This one.”
I looked around.
“The house Naomi sleeps behind?”
Kendra stood abruptly.
“Oh, here we go.”
I ignored her.
Mom’s voice hardened.
“She chose that arrangement.”
“No, she didn’t.”
“You don’t know what happened while you were away.”
“I know more than you think.”
Kendra slammed her palm on the table.
“Naomi has been poisoning you against us since you got back!”
That was when I laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because after five days of pretending, I was finally finished.
“I haven’t needed Naomi to tell me much.”
I placed my phone on the table.
Then I slid a thick envelope from my jacket.
Bank records.
Property documents.
Credit-card applications.
Medical bills.
Copies of signatures.
The color drained from Mom’s face.
I turned to Kendra.
“That truck outside?”
She said nothing.
“Twenty-seven thousand dollars from one of the accounts receiving my deployment pay.”
