“David…”
“I was sure, Mom. I still am.”
I pressed my fingers to my forehead. My son was so earnest it made me want to cry and lecture him at the same time.
“Why didn’t you come to me first?”
He looked miserable now. “Because if I told you, you’d want to figure out a grown-up way. Emily couldn’t wait. She needed it now.”
“Why didn’t you come to me first?”
That landed hard because he was right.
I was practical by nature. I made lists, stretched grocery money, and compared pharmacy prices across town. My son had skipped all that and gone straight to sacrifice.
I let out a slow breath. “Did you get a fair price?”
He nodded. “Mostly.”
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