My sister said my son wasn’t welcome at her child’s birthday after I refused to buy her a luxury car. Everyone laughed — and I simply said, “Everyone will get what they deserve.” They had no idea what would happen the next day.

Late rent.

Maxed-out credit cards.

Crying phone calls about “emergencies.”

But being capable of helping someone doesn’t mean you’re obligated to.

“I’m not your bank,” I replied.

The Punishment
Vanessa’s expression hardened.

“Wow.”

My mother sighed dramatically, the way she used to when I refused to do anything that made Vanessa’s life easier.

“Kendra,” she said disapprovingly, “don’t start problems right before Miles’ birthday.”

I glanced at Eli, still standing quietly beside me.

Something steady settled in my chest.

“I’m not starting problems,” I said.

“I’m finishing one.”

Vanessa stepped closer, lowering her voice.

“If you won’t do this for me,” she said coldly, “then fine.”

She lifted her chin so the whole room could witness the performance.