Damon looked past him to my father.

“About — the investment?”

My father folded his arms.

He is not a large man, my father, but he took up the whole lawn in that moment.

“About why you spent months trying to convince me to put a hundred and fifty thousand dollars into a company owned by your brother,” he said, “while hiding that you were funding it with debt you’d borrowed against my daughter’s house.”

Damon’s head snapped toward me.