That landed harder than anything else.
“You never visited. You never called. You just assumed.”
I pointed at the papers.
“The car paid for surgery. Medication. Time.”
My voice stayed steady.
But my hands didn’t.
“I sold it because I didn’t have a choice.”
No one spoke.
Not my brother.
Not his wife.
Not even my father.
The same man who had just humiliated me minutes earlier now couldn’t even hold my gaze.
“You should have told me,” he said finally.
I shook my head.
“When?” I asked. “Between the lectures? Or when you were too busy telling everyone how irresponsible I am?”
He had no answer.
