My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

My cousins, ashamed but silent. Tessa, smug. Josh, unbothered.

“Hannah,” I said quietly. “Get your coat.”

“But Mom—”

“Now.”

“Nicole, where are you going?” my mother asked.

“Home,” I said.

“Nikki, don’t make a scene,” Josh muttered.

I laughed once, sharp. “I’m not making a scene. I’m removing myself from one.”

I turned and walked out, Hannah on my heels, her continue reading …