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over six years.”

His eyes widened.

I slid a spreadsheet across my desk.

Mortgage rescue.

Medical bills.

Tax settlements.

Repairs.

Insurance.

Loans that quietly became gifts.

Dad stared at the total.

“That’s family.”

“Exactly.”

“Then why are you counting?”

“Because you are.”

His jaw tightened.

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

“You told thirty people I wasn’t continue reading …