Chapter 5 - The Unraveling
Eric’s hands began to shake. He looked up at me, then down at the paper, then back at me. “You?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “It was you? You were the anonymous sponsor?”
Vanessa snatched the paper from his hands. Her eyes scanned the document rapidly. When she saw my signature, her face drained of color. Sophie finally looked up from her phone, sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere.
“What does it say?” Sophie asked, frowning.
“It says,” Eric started, his voice rising in volume, “that your Aunt Claire is the one who just ruined your future!” He stepped toward me, his face twisting into a mask of rage. “You canceled it? You pulled the funding?”
“I did,” I said, not backing away.
“Why would you do that to your own family?” Vanessa shrieked. “How could you be so incredibly selfish?”
I felt a cold smile touch the corners of my mouth. “Selfish?” I repeated the word slowly. I walked back to my desk and picked up a thicker folder. I tossed it onto the coffee table, right next to Sophie’s dirty shoes. “Open it.”
Eric hesitated, but Vanessa lunged for it. She flipped it open to see my spreadsheet, accompanied by printed bank statements. “What is this?” she asked.
“That is a record of my selfishness,” I said. “Thirty-nine thousand for your mortgage, Eric. Twenty-seven thousand to bail out your failed business, Vanessa. Seventy-six thousand for your house deposit.” I looked directly into Eric’s eyes. “And one hundred and seventy-four thousand dollars in tuition over the last three years.”
The silence returned, heavier this time. “You never cared where the money came from,” I said. “You never saved a penny. You leased cars, bought designer clothes, and threw lavish parties while I kept a roof over your heads.”
“We... we were going to pay you back,” Eric stammered, though his voice lacked conviction.
“No, you weren't,” I replied. “You thought I was an endless well. But wells dry up.”
Sophie stood up from the sofa. “So, what?” she said, her voice dripping with teenage venom. “You’re just cutting me off because I broke your stupid old bracelet?”
I looked at my niece. I saw the entitlement her parents had built into her bones. “I am cutting you off because you respect nothing,” I told her. “You don't respect my home, you don't respect your family's history, and you don't respect the money that gives you your privileged life.”
“You're just jealous!” Vanessa yelled, stepping between me and her daughter. “You've always been jealous of us!”
“Get out of my apartment,” I said.
“Claire, wait,” Eric said, sudden desperation replacing his anger. “We can talk about this.”
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“There is nothing to discuss. You have forty-eight hours to find fifty-eight thousand dollars. I suggest you sell the SUV.”
I walked to the door and held it open. They stared at me, realizing for the first time in their lives that the safety net was truly gone. One by one, they walked out into the hallway. I closed the door and locked it.
