“Donna, don’t start.”
“Answer me.”
He muted the television. “I told her what she needed to know.”
“So you lied.”
“I didn’t want her to feel bad.”
“No. You wanted her to think you were a hero.”
His face reddened. “You’re making this ugly.”
“It became ugly when you spent our money and used my approval like a receipt.”
He stood. “I did what I had to do.”
“No.” I opened the folder and lifted the cancellation documents. “You did what made you look good. And you don’t even have enough to finish the remodel, do you?”
I moved closer. “How much is due after demolition?”
“I’ll handle it.”
“With what money?”
“That’s not your concern.”
I lowered the papers.
“You were going to ask for my emergency fund. Be honest.”
He rubbed one hand over his mouth.
“Mom can’t be left with a torn-up kitchen.”
