“You still have your family, Brandon,” I said.

“So the next time your brothers need money, or your mother needs nursing, or someone needs a loan or a rescue or their mess cleaned up — you can handle all of it yourself.” The arrogance drained out of his face and something like panic came into it.

“Wait,” he said.

“What are you saying?” I took my mother gently by the arm.

“We’re leaving,” I told him.