“You sold Grandpa’s land to give Kim and Jeff twenty thousand dollars each because you thought they needed it more.”

“You didn’t need it,” Ron said, his voice dropping into a flat, thick rumble.

“Look at you.

You bought a whole farm.”

“We bought it because we worked two years of double shifts while you offered us dish towels for our rental,” I said.

Kim covered her mouth with her hand and looked down at her plate in complete silence.

Jeff stared at his work boots, scratching his collarbone again and again without looking up.