I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

I kept the chain on the door.

“What do you want?”

Eric looked tired. Not sorry. Tired.

“You made your point.”

“I wasn’t making a point.”

“Can we stop with the attitude for one second?”

I almost shut the door.

He stuck his hand up. “Okay. Fine. I’m here because the restaurant bill put my card over the limit and Dana’s furious and Mom’s acting like I blew up continue reading …