He shifted in his seat.

“You keep asking why we spend so much on things when you’re helping with bills.” I thought of a new patio, expensive restaurant visits, and a family skiing weekend.

Those had not been accusations.

They had been questions about money I was giving because he said they were struggling.

“I wasn’t trying to ruin your Christmas,” I said.

“I was asking you to be honest about your need.” He told me adults deserved privacy.

I agreed.