For 8 Years I Paid for His Family in Secret and Kept Every Receipt — The Day I Finally Opened the Folder, His Mother’s Birthday Fell Apart

There was nothing left on the other end of the screw.

Chapter 5 — Exactly One Hundred and Ninety-Four Dollars

Back home in Anaheim, I did, at first, what a good daughter-in-law would do.

I pulled up a formal catering quote from a high-end venue in San Diego, the kind of place Rosalind had in mind.

It came to nearly four thousand eight hundred dollars.

I looked at that number for a moment.

Then I closed the file.