s of fairness, persuaded me to manage he
contributions, acting as the neutral "keeper" of our
upposed emergencies, and added my own hard-earned money to the growi
nd my brother, Leo, called demanding money I didn'
elt like a physical blow: "You
culously managed life were on the line, threate
joining the fray, and my mother, the supposed architect
-righteous fury amplified by Chloe' s cynical barbs a
ly asserting thousands should be in the account,
lavishly on her retirement, while in reality, I wa
, but from my mother' s tearful, whispered plea to validate th
illain, their ATM, or their
ep within me. "Fine. Let's talk about fair. I'll write you a check... b
y didn' t want fairness; they wanted a handout.
ymore; it was about exposing th