That evening, Brandon sauntered into our kitchen looking like an emperor who had successfully conquered an unruly province.

He wore a patronizing grin, stepped forward to playfully flick my nose, and set down a printed piece of paper outlining his new household financial rules.

“I am in total charge of our family budget from this moment forward,” Brandon announced proudly while checking his gold watch.

“You will get a strict five hundred dollar monthly allowance for every household expense, and if Hazel gets sick, you will submit the clinic invoice directly to me for personal approval.”

I met his triumphant gaze and offered him a faint, pleasant smile that hid the storm brewing beneath the surface.