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?”

happened.”

Timothy sighed beside me.

“You know how he is.”

I looked at my husband. “That’s what everyone says instead of stopping him.”

Jake cut in. “Are you two finished talking about me like I’m not here?”

“I’m done repeating myself,” I said. “You have the estimate.”

“I’m not paying it.”

The call ended.

I opened my contacts.

I had Nathan’s number because continue reading …