“Who owns the credit card I used at the lake lodge, Nora?” Ruth asked.

“I own it, Ruth,” I said.

“My name and my Social Security number are the only ones on the primary bank agreement.”

Ruth looked at her son.

Her jaw set tight and firm.

“Eleven months ago, you told me you opened a secondary card on your personal administrative travel account for me,” Ruth said to Mark.

“It’s a family account, Mom,” Mark said, stepping between us and holding his hands out flat.

“It’s tied to our household setup.”