“Wait, you took her money too?” Dustin asked.

“How am I supposed to pay my credit card minimums if your accounts are frozen?”

Gregory turned and glared at his son.

“You can get a job, Dustin,” Gregory said.

Pamela pulled her phone out of her leather purse and tapped the screen frantically.

She was trying to check the balances on her own hidden accounts.

“Is that true, Greg?” Pamela asked.

Her voice cracked on his name.