“I didn’t forget it,” I said. “I didn’t have the money for a present because I paid Michael’s truck payment. The lender called me. I called Emma and told her I’d take her for ice cream instead. She was fine with it.”
Michael flinched.
“And the bills,” David said. “She’s been late on bills.”
“I’ve been late on bills,” I said, “because I’ve been paying your sister’s credit cards and covering your brother’s truck and waiting for you to pay me back sixty thousand dollars.”
He stared at me.
“I’m not forgetful, David,” I said. “I’m broke. Because of you.”
Chapter Nine: Sarah
David turned on Malcolm.
“I don’t know who the hell you are,” he said, “but you’ve been filling her head with garbage. You’re some kind of con man. You’ve been working on her. Trying to get your hands on the house yourself.”
