I had not even decided what the transfers meant.
There were too many missing pieces.
The only responsible thing to do was keep the information in its proper category: unexplained.
But now there was a second situation sitting beside it.
My father had just demanded that I give up an apartment purchased with my savings because he believed the money should be redirected toward Emily’s education.
When I refused, the confrontation became physical.
Those facts did not automatically explain the bank transfers.
The bank transfers did not automatically explain what had happened at the dining table.
They were separate.
For the moment.
That phrase became important because anger could have made me reckless.
I could have gone back inside waving my phone and accusing Dad of things I could not yet prove.
I could have called Mom and demanded that she choose a side.
I could have called Emily and asked whether she knew anything about the transfers.
