Chapter 2: The Name on the Transfer
Lauren's voice came out low and shaking.
"You let me sit here and attack my own sister…
while she was paying your mortgage?"
Mom reached for her arm.
"Lauren, let me explain—"
"Don't." Lauren stepped back.
"Don't touch me right now."
Dererick stood slowly, like he wasn't sure which way the room was about to collapse.
Aunt Patricia didn't move.
Didn't speak.
For the first time all evening, she had nothing to add.
Dad turned to me, his voice dropping to almost nothing.
"Jenna.
We can work this out quietly."
"Quietly," I repeated.
"Like you've been handling everything else quietly.
For eighteen months."
Lauren spun toward him.
"How much?
How far behind are you really?"
Dad didn't answer.
That was its own answer.
"There's more, isn't there," Lauren said.
It wasn't a question.
Mom pressed her lips together.
And in that silence, something shifted in Lauren's face — not anger anymore.
Something colder.
Recognition.
She looked at me for a long moment.
Then she picked up her bag, pulled out her own phone, and opened something.
Her hand was trembling as she turned the screen toward me.
It was a bank transfer notification.
Not mine.
Her name was on it.
"They asked me for money last week," she said quietly.
"I thought it was for something else entirely."
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What Jenna saw on that screen changed everything she thought she knew.
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