Kathryn turned to him. “You told me she was hiding money.”
“You said you were worried,” I said. “You told her to check the desk, the dresser, the back drawers. That’s just Mom, right? That was your answer until I proved she was doing exactly what you asked.”
Austin’s face hardened. “You had no right to go through my messages.”
“He didn’t force you to open my drawers.”
I laughed.
“You mean the messages on the family tablet you leave open on the kitchen counter? The same way you thought your mother had every right to go through my drawers?”
He said nothing.
Kathryn looked between us, suddenly uncertain.
“He lied to you,” I said. “But he didn’t force you to open my drawers.”
“And I am telling you that you no longer have permission to use it.”
Her mouth tightened. She knew that was true.
