you never got credit. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and squeezed her hand.
“You see it now. That’s enough.”
Around seven, my dad called.
I almost didn’t answer.
But some part of me needed to hear his voice.
“Liv,” he said, sounding older than I remembered. “What’s going on?”
“You saw the screenshot,” I replied. “You tell me.”
He sighed.
“Things were complicated back then. I was drowning in debt. Your mother made choices.”
“With my money,” I said. “With my
