“I raised you!”

“And I paid off two of your mortgages, four of your debts, bought your truck, and covered your medical bills — none of which gives you the right to own my life.”

Stephanie jabbed a finger at me. “You’re doing all this to play hero in front of Ashley.”

“I’m doing this because you threatened my wife and made my five-year-old hide food so he wouldn’t go hungry.” I took a small plastic bag from my pocket, a squished piece of bread inside, and set it on the table.

“I found this under his pillow last night.”

My mother covered her mouth. The officers moved to my father.