family in trouble?”
I set my keys on the counter with deliberate care. “What kind of family steals a credit card and burns through ninety-five thousand dollars?”
My mother’s face tightened. “You’re exaggerating.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not.”
Then she said the sentence that broke something final in me. “Mary said she was buying things for all of us too. Souvenirs,continue reading …
