“And while I was doing all of that…”
“…I was also paying my parents’ mortgage.”
Gasps spread across the yard.
Robert’s face lost its color.
Helen quickly cut in.
“That’s private!”
Thomas nodded.
“It was.”
He reached inside his jacket.
“I brought copies.”
Everyone stared.
He unfolded several documents.
“The mortgage payments.”
“The utility bills.”
“The insurance premiums.”
“The pharmacy receipts.”
“The grocery account.”
He handed them to Uncle David.
“Please read them.”
David adjusted his glasses.
His eyebrows lifted.
“These…”
He looked up.
