nodded.
For the next hour, he tried.
He admitted borrowing money he had no right to borrow.
He admitted letting Veronica take too much control of the household.
He admitted that after the refinancing failed, he panicked.
He had convinced himself that if the Bellweather contract succeeded, he could repay everything before anyone knew.
“And the storage room?” I asked.
His eyes lowered.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“No.”
He rubbed his face.
“Veronica and Mom kept arguing. Dad kept avoiding it. I kept working fourteen-hour
