“She literally laughed in your face after using you,” I said, feeling my fists clench at my sides.

“I know she did,” Grandma gave a tiny shrug, the exact kind people give when they are trying to make a deep hurt feel smaller.

“Maybe I should have asked for everything in writing beforehand, so I suppose it is entirely my own fault.”

“It is absolutely not your fault,” I insisted fiercely.

I sat across from Grandma and gently took both of her cold, trembling hands in mine.

She had begged me not to spoil Brandon’s wedding day, but I simply could not leave her sitting there without the cash required for her vital heart medication.