My brother stole my ATM card and withdrew all the money from my account.

Then Jason pulled my ATM card from his pocket and flicked it onto the table.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

“You stole my card?”

“Borrowed,” he said. “And emptied the account.”

I lunged for it, but he moved faster, pressing it beneath his palm. “Relax. It’s family money anyway.”

“No, it isn’t.”