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?”

with me.

“That was my mother,” he said. “She saw the frame.”

“Good.”

“You should’ve warned me, Elle. I didn’t know you did that.”

“I did. I said no before Jake touched the keys.”

“This is their anniversary.”

I met his eyes.

“I warned you yesterday.”

“This isn’t about a dirty car anymore.”

“You’re right.”

He blinked.

“What does that mean?”

“Jake ruined our car.continue reading …