“She doesn’t know yet,” Ethan added quietly.

“She thinks she still has access to my money.”

“She’ll find out the minute she tries to log into the portal,” I said.

“Let her find out,” Ethan said, clearing his throat.

“I’m done letting her manage my finances.”

Ethan turned away from the bed and opened the sliding glass door to the small hotel balcony.

I got up from the mattress, adjusting the rigid Velcro straps on my walking boot, and followed him out into the morning air.

Below us, my father’s gray sedan was parked next to my Toyota SUV, its blue metallic paint shining in the bright sunlight.