There were several crumpled, worn-out receipts, a small ledger made of kraft paper, a card that read "Morning Glory Children's Hospital Volunteer Caregiver Certificate," and a handful of worn, handmade friendship bracelets.Andrew sneered, "What else is there to say now? Has the Faris family ever denied you money? Why are you hiding all this junk?"Janine's lips trembled. "Tara, if you need money, you can just ask Mom. Why have you been secretly saving all this?"I reached for the tin, but Gina held my hand down. "We're only taking a look."I protested, "You can't go through the ledger."But Lisa had already picked it up. With an expression of deep concern, she opened it to the first page and began to read softly."Lily, acute lymphoblastic leukemia, still needs 402 dollars."Jessica, kidney disease, 140 dollars for dialysis."Maddie, heart patch surgery, 2,600 dollars short."Noah, ambulance transfer, 104 dollars."With every line she read, the room grew quieter.I lunged f
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