Chapter 3 - Danny’s Answer
Danny’s message appeared.
What the hell is wrong with you?
I almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was so predictable.
Within seconds, another message appeared.
Why would you embarrass Mom and Dad publicly like this?
I stared at the screen.
Twenty-three relatives had just seen proof that I had given my parents more than $550 every week for years.
Danny’s concern wasn’t that they had hurt Lily.
It was that I had embarrassed them.
I typed:
I told the truth.
His response came instantly.
You’re making them look like parasites.
Marcus read over my shoulder.
“They managed that part themselves.”
Despite everything, I smiled.
Then Aunt Rebecca entered the conversation.
Wait. $550 EVERY WEEK?
Cousin Megan:
I thought Sarah sent them money occasionally.
Uncle Paul:
Same.
My stomach tightened.
Occasionally?
Mom had apparently been telling people a very different version.
Then Danny wrote:
Nobody forced you to send money. Stop acting like a victim.
I replied:
I’m not. I stopped sending it. Problem solved.
That should have ended things.
It didn’t.
Dad entered the chat.
Delete this garbage immediately.
Then Mom.
Sarah is emotional because we missed one birthday. There are two sides to every story.
I looked at Marcus.
“Two sides?”
He pointed toward the screenshot showing Mom promising to attend.
“You already posted both.”
The family chat exploded.
Some relatives defended my parents.
Others asked questions.
Then my cousin Rachel posted something unexpected.
Sarah, call me privately. There’s something you need to know.
My stomach dropped.
I called.
Rachel answered immediately.
“I didn’t want to put this in the group.”
“What?”
“Your parents aren’t broke.”
I actually laughed.
Not because I believed her.
Because the statement seemed absurd.
“What are you talking about?”
“They’ve been telling people they’re doing fine.”
“They’re not.”
“Sarah, they took a cruise last spring.”
I stopped.
“What?”
“Seven days.”
“That’s impossible.”
“I saw the pictures.”
I remembered that week.
Mom had told me she and Dad were visiting friends.
Rachel continued.
“They’ve gone to Danny’s cabin three times this year. Your mom bought a new patio set. Your dad joined that golf club.”
My mouth went dry.
“How do you know?”
“Because they talk about it.”
I sat down.
“Why didn’t anybody tell me?”
Rachel was silent.
Then she said quietly, “We thought you knew.”
After the call, I searched Mom’s social media.
She had blocked me from several albums.
Marcus discovered it first.
“Sarah.”
He turned the laptop around.
There they were.
Mom and Dad smiling on a cruise ship.
Another photograph showed Dad beside a golf cart.
Another showed Mom holding shopping bags.
Dates.
I checked the dates against my bank statements.
Every vacation lined up with my transfers.
Friday.
$550.
Friday.
$550.
Friday.
$550.
Meanwhile, Lily had worn taped sneakers.
Something hot rose inside me.
Not rage exactly.
Clarity.
My phone rang again.
Dad.
I ignored it.
Again.
Ignored.
Then a voicemail appeared.
I played it on speaker.
“Sarah, you need to stop this nonsense and call us. You’re creating problems you don’t understand.”
Marcus frowned.
“What problems?”
I didn’t know.
At 10:47 that night, another message arrived.
This one came from Mom.
If you stop paying, your father could lose the car. Is that what you want?
I stared at it.
Then Marcus said something that made the entire situation suddenly more serious.
“Sarah, your name is on that loan.”
I knew that.
But until that moment, I hadn’t understood the danger.
If Dad stopped paying simply to punish me, my credit could be destroyed.
The weekly transfer was canceled.
The credit card was frozen.
But one financial chain remained.
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And unlike the others, I couldn’t break it with a button.
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