During a family gathering, my grandmother inquired, «Is the $1,500 I send you each month sufficient?» I responded..

I kept track of every cent in a notebook, determined to pay her back someday. My brother, meanwhile, was supposedly thriving at college, according to my parents. They said he was so busy with his studies and exams that he couldn’t even make it to family gatherings.

I rarely spoke to him directly, just occasional texts where he seemed distracted and vague about his life. That’s how things were until last weekend, when I took a bus to my hometown for Grandma’s birthday. I was excited to see her, even though my wallet was painfully thin after buying her a small gift, a framed photo of us from my high school graduation.

When I arrived at Grandma’s house, the party was already in full swing. My parents were there, along with aunts, uncles, and cousins. The only person missing was Henry.

Where’s Henry? I asked, giving my mom a quick hug. Oh, he swamped with exam prep, Dad answered quickly. He sends his love.

Grandma’s dining table was loaded with food, more food than I’d seen in months. My stomach growled as I took my seat, trying not to look too eager as I filled my plate. We started with toasts, everyone taking turns praising Grandma’s wisdom and generosity.

Then the conversation broke into smaller groups as we ate. I was quietly enjoying my meal when my cousin Tyler looked at me across the table. Damn, Amanda, why are you so skinny? You’ve lost a ton of weight, he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Before I could answer, my mother jumped in. Oh, you know these college girls and their trendy diets. She’s probably doing that intermittent fasting thing.

I opened my mouth to correct her, but Grandma spoke first. Tyler’s right, Amanda, you’re too thin. Her eyes narrowed with concern, isn’t the $1,500 that I send you every month enough for food? The fork slipped from my fingers and clattered onto my plate.

The dining room fell silent. What money, I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Grandma, I haven’t received any money from you.

Not since I started college. The silence around the table grew heavier. All eyes moved between me and my parents.

Robert, Elizabeth, Grandma said, her voice dangerously calm as she addressed my parents. Would you care to explain? Mom’s lips trembled, Mother, this is a complicated situation. Perhaps we shouldn’t discuss this in front of everyone.

I have nothing to be ashamed of, Grandma cut her off. Tell us what you did with Amanda’s money. And if you don’t tell us everything right now, I’m going to the police…