was Maui?”
“Mom. I’m not doing this here.”
“You invited everyone here,” I said. “I didn’t.”
“Mom—”
“Who told you this house was yours?”
His face went red. I’d seen that face before. When he was six and wanted a toy truck at Kmart and I said no. When he was sixteen and wrecked Nile’s pickup and tried to blame the other driver.
“This house was always going to be mine! You know that! Dad told me a hundred times!”
“Your father told you a lot of things.”
Cullen came
