I rubbed my thumb along the side of my index finger and typed out a message to Rory.

I wrote seven words: *Six hundred dollars for Madison’s prom gown?*

I pasted the link to Tasha’s public post right underneath the question and watched the thumbnail of Madison in her bright blue dress load on the screen.

“You’re about to send something you can’t take back,” Ben said.

He pushed his glasses up by the bridge and aimed his plastic fork at my phone.

“He stood Sadie up for shoes while he paid six hundred dollars for Tasha’s daughter,” I said.