I logged into the bank account.
The password didn’t work.
I tried again.
Nothing.
Ryan had changed it.
I looked at him.
“You changed my password.”
He didn’t look up from his phone.
“You forget things.”
“No.”
I stood.
“You changed it.”
He finally looked at me.
“So what?”
I felt strangely calm.
“Give it to me.”
“No.”
“Give me my password.”
“You don’t need it.”
I stared at him.
That sentence was the clearest explanation he had ever given me.
You don’t need it.
My money.
My account.
My paycheck.
My password.
My life.
And somehow he believed I didn’t need access to any of it.
I walked away.
I went into Ben’s room.
He was sleeping peacefully.
His stuffed fox was tucked beneath his chin.
I sat beside him.
And I made a decision.
I wasn’t going to scream.
I wasn’t going to threaten him.
I wasn’t going to announce what I was planning.
