Chapter 5 - The Panic at the Job Site
Luke didn't make it to my house. Instead, he veered off toward his small landscaping yard, his phone buzzing incessantly as his business debit card started getting declined at every single gas station and equipment rental yard across the county.
By noon, my phone lit up with a call I hadn't anticipated—not from Luke, but from our sister-in-law, Maya.
“Aiden?” Her voice was breathless, tinged with a mix of adrenaline and raw exhaustion. “Did Luke call you?”
“He did,” I said, standing up from my kitchen table and walking to the window to watch the snow melt off the patio. “Sounds like he’s having a rough morning.”
“He just called me screaming,” Maya said, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper. “His company payroll bounced twenty minutes ago. His truck payment is due today, and the joint account is completely locked. He said you did it.”
I blinked, genuinely surprised. “I locked his account? Maya, I don't have access to his business accounts. That was our family household emergency fund, but I’m only on my own personal accounts.”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. I could hear the faint clatter of dishes and a child’s television program playing softly in the background.
“You didn’t do it?” Maya asked, a strange, triumphant edge creeping into her tone.
“No,” I said slowly. “Did you?”
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Maya let out a long, shuddering breath that sounded like years of suppressed trauma finally leaving her lungs. “Yesterday, at Christmas dinner... my mother humiliated my daughter. She threw her plate in the trash right in front of her while Luke told us both to get lost. So... when we left, I sat in a diner booth on Route 29, and I used the app on my phone to toggle the restriction switch on the joint account you and I set up four years ago.”
A slow, disbelieving smile spread across my face. Maya—the quiet, downtrodden sister-in-law who stayed silent to keep the peace—had finally drawn a line in the sand. And she had cut off the financial oxygen supply that kept my brother’s entire fraudulent livelihood breathing.
