“Mom, I already explained last week. I’ve covered Emma’s rent three times this year. Nathan and I are saving for our wedding in June, and I simply can’t keep subsidizing her lifestyle.”
My mother’s face flushed crimson as she raised her voice for everyone to hear.
“Lifestyle? Your sister is struggling and you’re sitting there with your fancy marketing manager salary, planning some extravagant wedding while she can barely afford groceries.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” I protested, feeling heat rise in my cheeks as Aunt Patricia peered around the corner along with several cousins I hadn’t seen in years.
Martha turned toward the dining room, addressing our audience directly.
“Everyone should know that Crystal makes seventy-eight thousand dollars a year. Seventy-eight thousand. And she can’t spare eight hundred a month to help her baby sister keep a roof over her head.”
