spending your money, Tori,” Danny said quietly. “She’s paying a debt she thinks every daughter owes.”
It excused nothing.
It made the whole thing sadder.
Understanding someone does not mean volunteering to remain their currency.
But it took revenge out of the equation.
Whatever came next, I didn’t want to beat my mother.
“The Honda was your money,” Danny added at the door, wincing. “I’m paying it back.”
“The car was a gift,” I said.
Gifts had never been what hurt.
I didn’t sleep.
A water stain on the motel
