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?”

”

He nodded. “Disappointing Jake always became a family crisis.”

“And disappointing me?”

Timothy looked at the ground. “You usually forgave me.”

“That wasn’t permission, Tim.”

“I know.” He met my eyes. “I chose the easier person to hurt.”

Jake appeared in the doorway.

“You’re taking her side?”

Timothy didn’t hesitate. “She’s my wife, and you’re wrong.”

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