Evie slammed her hand on the table. “I deserve my hundred grand. I did way too much for this family to not get it.”


Grandma narrowed her eyes. “And what exactly did you do that no one else could have done?”


Before she could stop herself, Evie snapped, “Bitch, you know what I’ve done!”


Grandma slapped the table, and Evie hit it right back. The sound echoed through the dining room. Everyone froze in shock.


“Everyone calm down,” Al said, his voice shaking.


Chuck stood and tried to guide Grandma away from the table, but she brushed him off and rose on her own. Evie didn’t back down—she stood too, gripping a knife from the table.


Grandma stared at her. “What are you going to do with that, Evie? Kill me?”


Evie’s voice broke. “I’ll do what I have to do. You’re going to give me what I deserve. You ruined my life!” Tears streamed down her face.


Maranda hurried the kids to their room and whispered for John to go with them before he heard too much.

But John shook his head. “No. I’m staying.”


Al and Rick exchanged looks, then left the table silently, retreating to their room.


“Please,” Chuck said, his voice pleading. “Let’s talk about this.”


Evie shook her head. “I’m done talking.” She pointed the knife toward everyone at the table, her hand trembling. “Just tell me where it is so I can leave.”


Grandma slowly raised her hands. Her voice was calm now. “It’s buried in the backyard. We can have it ready by tomorrow morning.”


Chuck looked at Grandma and gave a small nod.


The room went silent—until Kerry cleared her throat.

“Well,” she said quietly, “I have something to tell as well.”