what your son has done, do you?”
Then he turned to Ethan.
“Please tell her the truth yourself right now, or I’ll have to.”
I looked at my son.
He couldn’t even meet my eyes.
“Ethan?”
Nothing.
My stomach tightened.
“Sweetheart, whatever happened, just tell me.”
His voice came out small.
“I sold my computer.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“My gaming computer.”
I stared.
The computer he’d saved for nearly two years to buy.
Birthday money.
Christmas money.
Lawn jobs.
Helping Mr. Patel down the street clean out his garage.
Everything.