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Mom stared at the numbers.
“Why would you keep this?”
“Because people who rewrite history hate receipts.”
The total sat at $142,000 over six years.
And that didn’t include the emotional cost of being labeled selfish whenever I stopped quietly bleeding money.
Dad attempted to recover.
“That money helped the family.”
“No,” I said. “It helped Caleb avoid consequences while the two of you practiced moving into my life without permission.”
Mom pointed angrily at the folder.
“You planned this.”
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She swallowed hard. “His father said I embarrassed him.” The silence that followed felt endless. “And?” She closed her eyes. “They said I needed…