But everywhere I looked, my money was visible.
New flooring.
A giant television.
Leather furniture.
Granite counters.
The SUV outside.
Godfrey’s expensive phone.
Phedra wore broken sandals and a blouse six years old.
“How much of my money did you use for her treatment?”
Selina finally claimed they had paid for several visits.
Phedra corrected her.
Two.
Two appointments in eleven months.
I helped Phedra to her feet and told them we were going to the hospital.
Selina blocked the doorway.
She accused me of disappearing for four years and then returning to treat my own family like criminals.
I rolled up my sleeve, exposing the burn marks and cuts I had collected over years in the shop.
“I worked entire nights. I slept in a room with four other guys. I spent two Christmases completely alone so you wouldn’t lack a single thing here.”
“And we didn’t,” Selina said.
