He frowned.
“What?”
“Thirty-six months. Eight hundred dollars every month. Twenty-eight thousand eight hundred dollars. I paid it because he told me he needed help.”
My mother shook her head.
“Don’t start bringing money into this.”
“Why not? You brought up family every time I refused to give him more.”
Connor suddenly stepped toward us.
“You offered to help me! Nobody forced you!”
I turned toward him.
“You’re right. Nobody forced me. I helped you because I thought you were my brother.”
He scoffed.
“You act like you’re better than me because you make a little more money.”
“No, Connor. I act like I deserve to keep what I worked for.”
He opened his mouth, but I continued.
“And the next time you need someone to pay your rent, don’t use my name.”
My father raised his voice.
“That’s enough! You’re destroying this family over a business disagreement!”
