his face. “Lena, we didn’t know you paid for everything.”
“You didn’t want to know.”
Chloe’s voice cracked. “We laughed because Mom said you hated us.”
“I never hated you,” I said. “I just stopped volunteering to be humiliated.”
Mom started crying when the agent placed the documents before me. She looked smaller than I remembered.
Not harmless.
Just smaller.
“Please,” she whispered. “Where am I supposed to go?”
I had expected that question.
I slid another envelope across the table. “Six months of prepaid rent at a senior apartment.
