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

Jason stood up. He was taller than me, broader, and he knew it. “Not anymore.”

“Give it back.”

“No.”

Dad stood as well, folding his arms. “You’ve been staying here for almost two years. Bills, food, utilities. Your mother and I decided this evens things out.”

“Evens things out?” My voice cracked. “You never asked me for rent.”