My daughter filled three shopping carts, and when the cashier announced the total was 980 dollars, she ordered me in front of everyone, “Pay. It’s the least you can do for living with us.” I closed my wallet, said “No,” and walked away without arguing. She still didn’t know that later that night, I would stop paying for something far more important than groceries.
Stephanie remained silent, staring down at her shoes.
“How much, Stephanie?”
“Around forty thousand dollars,” she whispered.
A cold wave washed over my entire body.
“And what happened to the remaining two hundred and ten thousand dollars?”
Clinton stepped forward defensively to intercept the question.
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