My mother blinked, genuinely caught off guard; I had never once, in my whole life, spoken to her that way.

“What is wrong with you, Jason?” I set a thick binder down on her living room table.

“Five years,” I said.

“What are you talking about?” “Nearly one hundred and forty thousand dollars.” She went pale.

Ryan opened the binder and began scanning the pages, his face darkening.

“It’s the money I wired every month for Maya,” I said.

Evelyn recovered fast, crossing her arms.

“Not all of that was for her!