I was serving dinner in my own home when my father calmly said it belonged to Hugo—but he didn’t realize what I was about to reveal

towards that too? —I asked.

My stepmother stopped touching the stove. My father tightened his jaw.

—Be careful, Laura.

Hugo laughed, tapping his fingers against my table.

—Look, I’ll make it simple. Dad has documents. He can ask you to repay everything he spent on you. Food, school, clothes. Put a number on it and you’ll see.

—Repeat that —I said.

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