A mechanic tried to charge me $8,000 for a “broken engine”—but what I took out of my purse made him beg me to rip up the bill.

“I’m coming.”

“You don’t need to rescue me.”

“I know,” she said. “I still want to show up.”

I looked through the open bay door. Kyle was gathering his things for the day while Rebecca copied the false invoice.

“All right. Come along. But we have to wait for Sophie to finish school.”

Rebecca offered to waive the repair.

I shook my head. “I won’t pay for a continue reading …