“That house was paid for with my hard earned money too,” I said, looking Stephanie directly in the eyes.
Stephanie flushed red with anger.
“Get over it, Mom! You gave us that money four years ago because you wanted to! Now stop playing the helpless victim and pull out your credit card!” TrackPregnancy
The young cashier lowered her eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the scene.
Something broke inside me at that exact moment.
But it was not my heart.
It was my fear.
I firmly zipped my old red leather wallet.
“No.”
Stephanie blinked in shock.
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