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

I didn’t tell him the settlement page was blank.

I let him go on believing whatever he liked.

“The thirty-five hundred goes to your parents,” I said.

“Not to Brooke.”

“It goes to family.” He leaned back.

“Mom’s already set up the draft for Monday.

All you have to do is not cancel it.”

“I haven’t agreed to pay support.”