I waited.

“Grandma said there was a way to borrow against it without telling Dad right away.”

My stomach tightened.

“Did she?”

“I wasn’t sure what was happening.

I started recording conversations I was part of or could hear during family discussions so I’d remember what they said.”

She rubbed her thumb against the glass.

“Then they started talking about you.”

I looked toward the laptop.

“They knew about Sarah.”