Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

“Harper, dear, I know this week is hard on everybody.”

“Please make sure Monday’s payment goes out like always.

Same account, same amount.

It matters more than ever now that we have Brooke.”

Then a third text, a single line.

“Three thousand five hundred, dear.

Don’t forget.”

I read it four times and drank the cold coffee, and it was awful.