“How much did it cost?” Sadie asked.

“Seven hundred fourteen dollars,” I said.

“I paid it two hours ago.”

Sadie stared down at the faded yellow floor tiles by the refrigerator.

“He canceled my insurance because you texted him about Madison’s dress, didn’t he?” Sadie asked quietly.

“He did it because he’s irresponsible, Sadie,” I said.

“Not because of anything you asked for or did.”

“It’s my fault,” Sadie said, her voice dropping to a quick, low whisper.