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?”

brought it home today,” I added. “We haven’t even enjoyed it yet.”

“So?”

“So, you’re not borrowing it.”

He laughed as though I’d made a joke.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

He looked at Timothy.

Timothy shifted beside me, and my excitement began to fade. He always became a pushover around Jake.

“It’s one night,” my husband said. “It’ll be okay, Elle.”

“It’s our first continue reading …