Megan’s expression hardened instantly. “Wow.”
“Wow?” I echoed.
She stood up. “You made your kid do this? That is unbelievably manipulative.”
I pushed the blanket off my lap, even though the room tilted when I moved too fast. “You walked into my house and asked a woman in chemo to risk her credit for a car you don’t need.”
“I do need a car.”