I sold jewelry, canceled everything optional, and ate whatever was cheapest.
When Chloe finally came home, she needed breathing treatments and medication my insurance barely covered.
I sold jewelry, canceled everything optional, and ate whatever was cheapest.
Then the pharmacy gave me a total I couldn’t pay. I even counted twice.
I sat in my car outside the pharmacy with Chloe sleeping behind me. My incision still hurt when I twisted.
I stared at Eric’s number for several minutes before calling.
There was a pause, then a sigh so irritated I almost apologized before remembering why I had called him.
He answered on the fourth ring.
“What?”
I swallowed. “Chloe needs another breathing treatment. You took our savings. I need help.”