“Well, look who finally found his voice! Put my daughter back on the phone, David. I don’t have time to argue with someone who can’t even support his own family!”
David glanced at me, then opened the secure application on his phone. His expression remained perfectly composed as he prepared to reveal the financial arrangements my mother had unknowingly depended upon for years.
“Actually, Eleanor, I think it’s time we discussed who has been supporting whom.”
My mother scoffed.
“What ridiculous nonsense are you talking about?”
“Your birthday celebration tonight has a ninety-thousand-dollar event contract. You paid twenty thousand upfront and arranged to cover the remaining seventy thousand through a private commercial credit facility.”
The music continued in the background, but Eleanor suddenly stopped speaking. I could almost picture her standing beneath the ballroom chandeliers, wondering how David knew the exact details of her agreement.
“How did you get access to my private financial information?”
