“Where is the fourteen thousand dollars, Mother?”
There was a brief silence on the line, filled only by the static of the connection.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Eleanor said. “We came down here to give you and Maya some space. The apartment was cluttered, and the food in the refrigerator was going to spoil while you were gone.”
“I watched the camera footage,” I said. “I saw you pack the baby’s formula into coolers. There was no family emergency.”
“We were helping you clean,” she said, her tone hardening. “If you are going to play the victim because of a few groceries, you have larger problems. Unlock the card, David. Mark needs to finalize our travel arrangements.”
“The card is dead,” I said.
“You are choosing an outsider over the mother who gave you everything,” she said.
“Maya is my wife,” I said.
“She is a fragile girl who cannot handle the basic responsibilities of a household,” Eleanor said. “We did you a favor by clearing out that apartment before she completely fell apart. Mark has been working day and night to set up new business lines for your firm, and this is how you treat him?”
