said he was short.
Mom’s dental bill.
A broken water heater.
Madison’s phone bill once.
Then twice.
Then every month.
I kept telling myself that family helped family.
But standing there and watching Madison hide a tiny victorious smile beneath the blanket, something inside me finally became still.
Not broken.
Clear.
“All right,” I said.
Mom blinked.
“All right?”
“Cancel it.”
Dad’s shoulders visibly relaxed.
“That’s very mature of you.”
I smiled.
“I’m glad you think so.”
Then I went upstairs.
I took off the blue dress.
Pulled two suitcases