“The money I sent this morning,” he said, very quietly, and his voice was doing something terrible.

“It didn’t go to any surgical team.

You took my retirement.

You took it to pay off your own debts.” Brady backed into the wall with the disgusted eyes of the whole family on him, and did the only thing a cornered man like him knows how to do — he reached for someone to stand in front of.

“This was her idea,” he said, pointing at the bed.

“She wanted a cut.