My brother-in-law borrowed my brand-new crossover, trashed it like a garbage bin, and refused to cover the detailing costs—then had the nerve to call me that night, yelling, “How dare you?”

over our new car because you can’t tell him no.”

“That isn’t fair.”

“It’s completely fair.”

Jake stepped closer.

“I’ll bring it back in the morning. Nobody else will drive it. No one will eat inside.”

I should’ve kept the keys, but Timothy looked so relieved that I ignored my own answer.

“Fine.”

Jake reached for the keys, but I pulled them back.

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