He had done that since he was a boy whenever he was trying to solve a problem he didn’t want to admit was too big for him.
“Why would you do this now?” he asked.
“Because I’m no longer living in your house.”
“That doesn’t explain anything.”
“It explains everything.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
His voice sharpened.
“You helped us for years.
You never complained.
You never said you wanted any of it back.”
“I didn’t want the money back.”
“Then why demand it?”
“I’m not demanding the money because I’m angry.
I’m asking for the loan to be repaid because it was a loan.”
“You called it family help.”
“That doesn’t mean it became a gift.”
Another silence.
I heard a faint sound in the background, followed by Chelsea’s voice.
“Is that him?”
Logan covered the phone, but not quickly enough.
