My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account
Richard stopped halfway to the refrigerator.
“We need four thousand dollars for Hannah’s MRI,” I said.
“But the health savings account is completely empty.”
Richard tossed the newspaper onto a wooden stool.
“They always want more tests, Ellen.
Doctors love running up bills just to pad their monthly numbers.”
“Where’s the four thousand dollars, Richard?”
He opened the refrigerator and stared at the shelves.