I typed my first response in almost a month.

Chapter 25 — What You Stole From Me

I am not punishing anyone, I wrote. I am simply no longer funding the lifestyle you stole from me.

I attached the PDF of the credit-card statement, every luxury charge from Florida marked in highlighter, ending in the thirty-five-thousand-dollar balance.

The typing bubbles appeared from all three of them, and vanished, and appeared again.

Then my phone rang — my father.