Chapter 4

"You don't know," I cut in for him, "because you never had to. I took care of all the bills, the heating, school fees, car loans, and insurance. All you ever do is give our paychecks to Larissa."

"Mom just wants what's best for us," he said weakly, repeating the same thing he's been saying for five years now.

"What's best for us?" I walked over to the desk and pulled out a document. "Take a look at this."

He took the document, his fingers trembling. It was a financial statement I'd stayed up all night putting together, laying out…