Gloria’s physical therapy, Trent had called it, back when we still talked about money out loud at the same table.

Walt went twice a week for his back.

I had paid for it for three years without ever once asking to see a receipt.

The earliest transfer was in March three years back, the week Walt threw out his back.

Trent had come home with a receipt from a clinic and asked me to set up the payments so his mother wouldn’t have to worry about it.

I did it on my phone in roughly four minutes.