I looked at the truffle salt and the aged cheddar still sitting on my counter.

I couldn’t understand why she had left this particular receipt right where I would eventually find it.

Maybe she wanted me to know.

Maybe she wanted to prove she could take money from our parents, spend it on absolute nonsense, and look me in the eye while offering me a fraction of it as charity.

The receipt felt thick and stiff under my thumb.

I crushed the spa receipt in my fist.