Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
“It’s mine.
I paid for it.”
“Then leave it on in there.
It’ll save us an argument.”
My phone had buzzed at seven that morning, Sarah being efficient even by text.
Kestrel wants to sign Monday.
They asked for you specifically.
I turned the screen face down on the nightstand and left it.