of me that made them feel superior.
So I put the flowers in the trash.
Then I opened my laptop and canceled the automatic payments scheduled for the next morning.
Mortgage assistance.
Property tax account.
Mom’s health insurance supplement.
Chloe’s application fee loan.
Mason’s medical board review payment.
All of it had come from me.
Quietly.
Because Dad’s last words to me were, “Take care of your mother if she loses her way.”
But Dad had not asked me to let her bury me alive.
I packed one suitcase that
