“You stupid girl,” Dad said, his voice low and rough. “Do you understand what you’ve done?”
Marcus leaned forward and pressed record.
“I understand you put business debt in my name,” I said.
There was a pause. Then Dad’s tone changed. Softer. More dangerous.
“Families help each other.”
“You left me alone in a hospital bed.”
“We didn’t know it was that bad.”
“I sent the name of the hospital.”
“We thought you were exaggerating.”
My eyes moved toward the window. Outside, a helicopter lowered toward the trauma entrance. Somewhere, someone else’s worst day was beginning.
