She was sitting very still in her chair with her small hands folded tight in her lap, looking intensely uncomfortable under the spotlight.

“Why did you feel the need to pay Grandma back out of your own bank account?” Brandon asked me in a quiet, heavy tone.

“Because she urgently needed that money to buy her monthly prescription medication,” I explained directly.

Brandon turned his gaze back to Brittany, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“You knew she needed that money for her actual medicine?”

“Oh, please spare me the guilt trip,” Brittany flapped her manicured hand dismissively in the air.