“Austin, look at me and listen to every word I’m about to tell you,” I began, keeping my voice as calm and steady as a heartbeat.

“We do have some medical bills we’re working through right now, that part is true, but not one penny of that debt is your fault.”

He sniffled and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his baseball shirt, then looked up at me with deep doubt.

“Dad told Grandma raising three kids costs a crazy amount of money every single month,” Austin whispered.

“Kids do need money for food and shoes and doctor visits, sweetheart,” I answered truthfully.