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The color drained from Thomas’s face as if someone had pulled the truth out of him. “You’ve been taking $300 from me every single month. You lied to me, laughed behind my back, planned to rent out my bedroom, and decided that when I’m too old to be ‘useful,’ you’ll push me into a nursing home and use my home as your income.
“Mom, we can explain…”
“Explain what? How you called me a pushover? How you mocked my trust like it meant nothing?”
“You were eavesdropping!”
“On a toy walkie-talkie your son gave me. The truth tends to reveal itself, doesn’t it?”
“So you stole from your mother?