“I was at a client site until six,” I said.

“I don’t care where you were,” Brent said.

“There’s no food in the kitchen.

Mom had to eat canned soup because you couldn’t be bothered to stop at the store on your way home.”

“I put three thousand dollars into the joint account on the fifteenth,” I said.

“So where did the grocery budget go?”

“Don’t use that tone with me,” he said.

He moved forward into the narrow hallway, blocking the way to the stairs.