I froze. “What?”
He leaned back against the wall. “Just listen before you get mad.”
“I’m already mad.”
“Fair.”
“Why would you test Chloe? You don’t know her.”
“No.”
“Then this is insane.”
“Possibly.”
That answer slowed me down.
Dad wasn’t acting smug.
He looked serious. “I noticed some things before today.”
“What things?”
He hesitated.
Then said, “Questions.”
“What questions?”
Mom answered. “About us.”
I frowned. “Everyone asks about people’s parents.”
“I know,” Dad said. “But hers kept circling back to money.”
My stomach tightened. I didn’t say anything.
Dad continued. “You mentioned she asked whether your car was yours.”
I remembered. “And whether we bought it for you.”
I looked away.
Mom said, “She asked about the house in your vacation photos.”
“It’s Uncle Mike’s place.”
“Right.”
Dad nodded. “And after you told her that, she asked if our family owned other property.”
I remembered that too. At the time, I’d laughed.
