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?”

It’s disrespectful, and frankly…it hurts.”

Then I walked out.

Timothy followed me.

“Elle, wait.”

I turned near the driveway.

He stopped a few feet away. “When I was 19, Jake borrowed my first car. He scraped the passenger side against a concrete post.”

“What happened?”

“My parents paid for it. They told me not to hold a grudge.”

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