“And Linda told you the title was in Ethan’s name?” my father asked.

“She told me Ethan owned the car outright and that I was using his property without permission,” I said.

I lined up the top edges of the paper bank statements on the desk, my watch strap feeling tight against my wrist as I adjusted the metal buckle.

“Ethan knows you pay the loan,” my father said quietly.

“He knows,” I said.

“He just preferred to let his mother pretend otherwise because it kept the peace in her house.”