Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
I said the word deposit over to myself.
“What sort of deposit?” I asked.
“A deposit on a rental.” He wiped a drop of coffee off the table with his thumb.
“Brooke needed somewhere with more space.
Mom helped her get set up.”
“She can afford that,” I said.
“Can she?” He gave me a small, patient look.
“You’ve always been the one with the head for money.”