Nobody’s mad at you at all.”

“Lily gets to go home,” Emma said in her tiny voice.

“Lily’s at her own house,” I said.

Emma twisted the heel of her left sock until the thin fabric pulled tight over her toes.

I opened the banking app on my phone to check my balance.

My checking account had four hundred and twelve dollars in it.

The rent on my apartment was due November first.

I had a joint savings account with my parents left over from college.