Olivia laid out the papers on the coffee table. “Bank records. Withdrawals from Jenna’s trust fund. Vacations. Cars. Private school tuition. All the evidence is here.”
“That’s a lie!” Cheryl screeched, her voice quivering.
I stood up, my fists clenched tightly. “You used me,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “You blew through everything, didn’t you?! Even the money Mom left for my college?”
My aunt’s eyes darted nervously toward her children, her façade crumbling. “I had expenses! You don’t understand how difficult it is to raise four kids!”
“FOUR?” I spat. “I’m not one of your kids! I was just a source of income to you!”
“You ungrateful little—” Cheryl began, but Olivia cut her off sharply.