“They cut it at noon,” Mom whispered. She was fully awake now, her teeth chattering so hard she could barely speak.
“Why?” I choked out, pulling my heavy coat off and throwing it over them. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have paid it in five seconds!”
Dad looked down at Barnaby, who was licking his gloved hand.
“You have that big meeting,” Dad said. “We didn’t want to worry you. We thought we could make it to the first of the month.”
I looked at the kitchen table. The truth was scattered there in the beam of my flashlight.
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