But the money kept coming every month, and Ezra was making more than he could ever spend, and Mom and Dad didn’t even know how to use a bank card — so I handled it.
I just handled it.”
Deborah looked at her eldest son as if she had never seen him before.
“You handled it,” she repeated, and her voice broke on it.
“Your father went two winters without heat.
I cut my heart pills in half.