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This would be a great time for my sister to chip in, but unfortunately, she’s too busy hating me and battling her addiction. I did my mental calculations over the weekend, and I came to the conclusion that with careful budgeting and some sacrifices, I can just about squeeze the money out of my savings, and my paychecks at Global Media. If mom responds well to the first treatment, the entire therapy will be around fifty-five grand. Which is a lot of money for me. Right now, it seems like a pretty daunting task, but I have to do it. It’s the least my mom deserves.

My phone had more professional activity in three days than it had seen in the past fourteen months combined. I got out a notepad and did the math slowly and carefully because I didn't want to get it wrong. Retainers. Projected income for the next three months. What I would need for first month, last month, and deposit on an apartment. What a realistic monthly budget looked like without my mother subsidizing my groceries. I ran through the numbers twice and both times the answer came out the same. I could do it. If I was careful and if the work held steady I could afford to move out.

He still opens the banking app and closes it and opens it again, because the alternative is sitting at the kitchen table at seven in the morning with nothing to do but listen to the apartment breathe. He lays it out the way he does every two weeks, Notepad, pen, phone face-up for the calculator. Rent on the left column. Utilities. Groceries, estimated. His mother’s kidney medication, which is not estimated because it doesn’t vary and cannot be reduced and is, by itself, more than their combined food costs for the month. Then a gap for the boxing money on the right column, which should be there and isn’t, because last night he didn’t make it to the fight and Alvin doesn’t pay for absences reg

She opened a backpack, trying to gather my little dolls. Inside, there was a sketchbook titled Chloe’s Wish Book. Mom’s hands trembled as she slowly opened it. Inside were my uneven handwriting, mixed with phonetic spellings, and colorful drawings full of childish imagination. On the first page, I had drawn a green forest filled with winged fairies. Next to it, I wrote: “Today Mom said there are fairies in the forest who can grant wishes. I want to find them and ask them to cure my illness, so Mom won’t have to work so hard.”

“Either you’re planning a salad revolution or you’re losing your mind.” I didn’t turn. The floorboards creaked as he shifted. He was restless, post-rehearsal adrenaline twisting into a raw, jittery energy. “It’s called budgeting, Kai,” I snapped, closing the tab as a red progress bar blinked at the bottom. “A concept you’d understand if you didn’t treat money like it fell out of the sky and into your silk pockets.”

When I recognized it, I jumped out of bed and pulled a rusty metal box from beneath it. I opened the box and checked that my mother’s original recipe book was still inside. Only then did I let out a breath of relief. The photocopy was the one I had prepared for my community college business class. It contained my mother’s recipes, along with my personal budget. My paycheck, rent, utilities, debt payments, and every dollar I had managed to scrape together for my future food business were all carefully laid out inside.

At some point, that narrow ledge had become the place where I put things I was afraid to call important. The money situation had stabilized into something I could technically describe as functional, if I was being generous with the word. The freelance income was small and irregular, but it covered rent and food. If I was careful, there was usually enough left for one unexpected expense before the month turned hostile. Every Sunday, I updated the baby budget spreadsheet I had built in the second month. Clinic costs, supplies, and the secondhand crib listing I kept refreshing without buying, because clicking purchase felt less like shopping and more like admitting there would be a baby sleepin

Mom said coldly, "I already gave you the money, didn't I? Susan, you've got a lot of nerve. How dare you use a counselor to trick me…" "Mom, I didn't." I quickly handed the phone to the counselor. Realizing the counselor was there too, Mom quickly changed her tune. "Sir, I've never mistreated my daughter. "I've been giving her 2,000 dollars a month as her allowance. We already agreed on that. Our family's not really well off. "I didn't expect my daughter to cause so much trouble. She's always been a good liar. I bet she still has some allowance left. Don't let her fool you!"

MILLIE'S POV The second drawer contained financial records. Bank statements. Investment portfolios. Receipts. I pulled out folders at random, my hands still shaking from the letters we'd found. Everything was meticulously organized…my mother was thorough. And then I found it. A folder marked "Household Expenses" with a red tab on the side. Inside were weekly payment records to Sabrina Norman. Fifty dollars every week, marked "Household Assistant." “She wasn’t just the personal assistant, she was also… What made mom trust that witch that much?”

"In case it wasn’t clear already…I'm going there to work, not to trap a husband.” "Oh, please!" Mom rolled her eyes as well, frowning at me with displeasure when she noticed that I took another look at my wristwatch. "Let bygones be bygones. I do not want you to have any grudges for him as you begin your work. Start off with a clear mind." “Sure, sure.” I got up from the chair and headed to the kitchen to grab myself a sandwich for breakfast so that I could finally get to work. If I stayed here another second, my mom would probably start naming her grandchildren that she would fantasize me having with Arthur Dalton, and that would be my limit before I started barfing.