A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Humor me. When did you buy it?”

“Yesterday,” she said eventually. “Why do you care?”

“And how did you pay for it?”

Red crept up her neck. “That is none of your business.”

“Did you finance it or pay cash?” I asked, though I already knew.

Dad slammed his hand on the desk. “That’s enough, Stacy. We’re not here to continue reading …