Chapter 4
“Helping me would have meant listening to that.”
His face tightened.
“So after I said no, you waited until I was sick and brought papers into my bedroom.”
“I didn’t plan it like that.”
“You lied about what I was signing.”
“I thought I could pay it back.”
Mom’s voice remained remarkably calm.
“That wasn’t your decision to make.”
Jason suddenly slammed his palm against the table.
“Because I’m tired of being the worst of the bunch!”
Nobody answered him.
He looked at me.
“She’s always been the responsible one.”
Then he turned toward Mom.
“When you got sick, I thought I could finally be useful.”
Mom frowned.
“So you took control instead?”
Jason’s eyes filled with tears.
“I just couldn’t admit how badly I’d messed things up.”
Mom slowly shook her head.
“You could have asked for help.”
“I did.”
Mom didn’t move.
“And when the answer was no, you decided my answer didn’t matter.”
Jason stared down at the papers spread across the table.
He had nothing to say to that.
None of his desperation excused what he’d done.
With Denise’s help, Mom revoked every authorization she hadn’t knowingly approved. The bank opened a formal review, I took back Jason’s spare key, and Mom locked away all of her financial documents.
Jason was no longer allowed to be alone with her.
But the person I owed the biggest apology to was Tyler.
That night, I sat beside him on his bed.
“I should’ve listened.”
He picked at the edge of his blanket.“I tried to tell you.”
“I know.”
He looked up at me.
“I tried to tell you without telling you.”
I still think about that sentence.
Adults love asking children why they didn’t speak sooner.
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Sometimes they do speak.
They just don’t use adult words.
