“You always did have a habit of counting other people’s money, Jodi,” he said, his voice falling to a harsh whisper.

“Sadie is looking at forty-dollar dresses at the thrift store because you told her you couldn’t spare a dime,” I said.

“Tasha runs her own business out of the house, in case you forgot,” Rory said, stepping toward me.

“What she spends on Madison is her business.

You’ve got no right to audit my household.”

“The slip had your welding shop account printed right across the top,” I said.

“It came out of the joint business account.”