My brother drained my account, took my home, and threw me out while my parents laughed—but they didn’t realize that money was tied to something far bigger than me

been locked in my locker all day.

Then I remembered my coat.

The gas station.

His eyes over my shoulder.

Liam flicked the card across the table.

“Your job here is done,” he said.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Collected what you owed,” he said with a shrug.

My mother made a small sound that was half warning and half approval.

My father spoke before I could.

“We continue reading …