Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the bonus deposit hit your account.”

My stomach dropped. She had been going through the mail again, maybe even opening banking alerts that still printed to the shared office printer because Eric never fixed the settings.

“That money is not yours,” I said.

“It is if you expect peace in this house.”

I set my keys down carefully. “I already pay for everything.”

“And?” she snapped. “You married into this family. Family helps family.”

I glanced toward the den where Eric was half-watching a game. He had gone completely still, but he didn’t move. That told me everything: he knew this was coming.

I turned back to her. “What do you need five thousand dollars for?”

Diane lifted her chin. “That’s none of your business.”

That was all I needed. I pulled out my phone, opened my banking app, and checked the joint household card linked to my account. There they were—three recent charges from a luxury casino resort in Oklahoma and one from a boutique handbag store in Plano.

I looked up. “You’ve already been using my card.”