“You came back from overseas and took away everything we’d built.”

“Brandon built twelve defaulted condo lots on a flood plain,” I said, keeping my words flat and measured.

“He tried to sell land he didn’t own to cover a four-million-dollar bank overdraft.”

Chloe looked away from me, her gaze drifting toward the quiet lake outside the tall glass windows.

“I don’t have a personal savings account,” she said softly.

“I don’t even have enough money to rent a room in town.”

“You have a degree in business communications,” I said.