A text message from my mother appeared right under the photos.

“They would only give store credit without the original receipt,” my mother wrote.

“I took sixty percent of the retail value because I needed cash right away to pay Chelsea’s overdue Visa balance before the three o’clock penalty deadline today.”

I stared at the picture of the camera lens box sitting beside the cash register.

A second text popped up before I could put the phone down.

“Your bitterness is costing Chelsea her dignity,” my mother wrote.