“I send you two hundred dollars every single month.”

“You do send money, and I am deeply grateful for your help,” his mother said gently.

“However, my fixed pension is only eleven hundred dollars a month, my apartment rent is eight hundred, and my heart medication costs three hundred and forty dollars after insurance.

The numbers simply do not add up, Chad.

They have not added up since your father passed away.”

“You never told me you were struggling like this,” Chad said, his voice breaking.