My insistence on documentation was, to them, evidence of my coldness, my lack of familial warmth, my failure to embrace the loose, generous, no-tabs-kept ethos that Indigo preached and that conveniently allowed him to take whatever he wanted without a record.

They wanted me careless, and pressured me, constantly, toward carelessness, framing every act of financial prudence on my part as a small betrayal of the family’s trust.

And this is the thing I understand now: they were not pushing me toward carelessness because they valued trust.

They were pushing me toward carelessness because a careful person is a documented person, and a documented person cannot be robbed in the dark.

My habit of keeping receipts was not coldness.