Chapter 2
The change clearly offended her.
Benjamin pushed past the awkward silence.
"Mom, please. This is serious."
"Then I suggest you stop wasting time."
They followed me into the kitchen.
I offered Emily a chair and poured her a glass of water.
Then I sat down with my porcelain teacup.
Benjamin remained standing.
"Did you cancel the mortgage payment?"
"Yes."
"The insurance?"
"Yes."
"Emily's tuition?"
"I canceled the recurring authorization from my account."
He stared at me.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I looked at him calmly.
"Yes, Benjamin. For the first time in fifteen years, I know exactly what I've done."
Genevieve dropped her expensive handbag onto my kitchen table.
"Your little tantrum is going to destroy this family."
I glanced at the bag.
"Please move that. Thomas made this table himself."
She snatched it away.
Benjamin rubbed his forehead.
"Mom, the bank has already contacted us. Several payments failed. Our insurance agent called. The school says the next tuition installment needs another payment method."
"I'm sure they'll accept yours."
He looked at me as though I had spoken a foreign language.
"Mine?"
"Yes. You're Emily's father."
Genevieve let out a sharp laugh.
"This is unbelievable."
I turned toward her.
"Which part?"
She blinked.
"The fact that you're punishing your own granddaughter because you weren't invited to one dinner!"
I looked at Emily.
She was staring down at her hands.
And I knew that if I allowed this conversation to continue in front of her, my son and daughter-in-law would turn their financial irresponsibility into her emotional burden.
"Emily, sweetheart, would you mind waiting in the living room for a few minutes?"
She hesitated.
Then she looked directly at me.
"Grandma, I already know."
The room went silent.
Benjamin stiffened.
"Emily."
She ignored him.
"I know why they brought me."
Genevieve's expression changed.
"Don't start."
But Emily had already begun crying.
"They told me you were confused. That you were getting old and making bad decisions. They said if I told you I might have to leave school, you'd fix everything."
I felt something cold settle in my chest.
Benjamin closed his eyes.
Genevieve looked furious.
"Emily, that is not what we said."
"Yes, it is!"
My granddaughter's voice cracked.
"You told me Grandma was being selfish. You said I needed to remind her how much she loved me."
I reached across the table.
"Come here, sweetheart."