“I am going to tell the deputy exactly who was driving that car on the night of the twelfth.”

“And I will give them the name of the shop where you hid the car for three weeks.”

Juliette’s eyes widened slightly, her hand going to her collarbone.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Juliette said.

“Try me,” Sarah said. “My wedding is in three months.”

“I am not going to have a public record of a hit-and-run hanging over my head because of your vanity.”

Dan finally looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

“Mom,” Dan said. “She’s right. You need to settle this.”

Juliette looked at her son, her expression hardening.

“You are taking her side?” Juliette asked. “After everything we’ve done for you?”

“What have you done for me, Mom?” Dan asked, his voice suddenly very tired.

“You’ve stayed in my house for weeks at a time without asking.”

“You’ve treated my wife like a maid.”

“And you’ve run up bills you knew we couldn’t afford to pay.”

He reached out and took the folder from Sarah’s hands.

He opened it to the last page, where I had printed our bank statements with the highlighted red lines.