I raised my right hand to my collarbone and adjusted my silver wristwatch, pulling the band tight against my skin until the metal pinched.

“Seth, that doesn’t make sense,” Heather said.

“She was just talking about setting up the new clinic billing software at the rehearsal dinner last night.”

“Natalie’s a sweet girl, but she gets confused about priorities,” Seth said.

“My overtime rate as a licensed electrician is forty-five dollars an hour.

I can pick up three extra evening shifts a month and cover whatever small gap her paycheck leaves.”

“It’s not just about the money,” Heather said.