don’t.”
That only made me more determined.
I added every amount.
Then checked the total.
Twice.
Three times.
Finally, I looked up.
“One hundred thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars.”
Nobody spoke.
My eyes went to Melissa.
Her designer purse was downstairs on Mom’s dining table.
The same purse she had spent ten minutes bragging about the day before.
And inside Mom’s birthday card was twenty dollars.
“You owe Mom $137,500?”
“No.”
I actually laughed.
“No?”
“That’s not what this is.”
“There are repayment dates beside every single amount.”
“Mom
