“That’s impossible.”
“It isn’t.”
“Since when?”
“Seven years.”
His expression changed.
He finally understood that the company providing much of his business revenue belonged to the sister he’d spent years treating like an unlimited source of financial assistance.
“You can’t cut off my company because of a family disagreement!”
I remained calm.
“The invoice review concerns your business records, Evan. Those decisions are being made through the company’s proper procedures.”
He opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
For once, he seemed to have no immediate response.
Dad turned toward me.
“Claire, you have to fix this.”
I looked at him.
Those words were painfully familiar.
Fix this.
I’d heard them whenever his mortgage was overdue.
Whenever Evan needed another loan.
Whenever a financial problem threatened to become embarrassing.
For years, I’d responded by opening my checkbook.
But this time, I shook my head.
