“We still have to be careful with our spending, that’s true, but this money was never supposed to pay for your right to be loved in this house,” I told him fiercely.

He gently ran his fingertip along the edge of a crisp twenty-dollar bill, looking down at the neat little stack in his lap.

“I could use this money to buy the new cleats today so you don’t have to spend your own money, Mom,” he offered with his usual generosity.

“You could do that, Austin, or your mom can buy your baseball shoes the way a parent is supposed to, and you can save your money for something you really want,” I answered with a smile.

He thought that over for a few seconds, and then his hazel eyes lit up with a sudden, happy idea.