“The hospital confirmed Hazel was not receiving treatment on those dates.”
My mother stopped breathing for a moment.
Aunt Monica whispered, “Maybe the bank made a mistake.”
“The bank didn’t make the transfers.”
Mr. Grant looked directly at her.
“You did.”
Her lips parted.
“I never—”
“You used Hazel’s online banking credentials.”
“I had permission.”
“To pay your utility bill?”
Aunt Monica’s face went white.
Mr. Grant placed another document on top.
“To pay your credit card.”
Another.
“To pay the deposit on your Paris hotel.”
Another.
“To purchase the premium seats.”
Dad suddenly reached for the folder.
Mr. Grant moved it away.
“Don’t touch that.”
“This is private.”
“It belongs to Hazel.”
Dad’s voice rose.
“You don’t get to walk into an airport and accuse me in front of my children.”
I stepped forward.
“You accused Grandma first.”
He turned toward me.
“What?”
