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“Diana? We haven’t seen you in…”
“You went off the grid after my daughter was born, Diana.”
I stepped inside, stunned by the stacks of bills—sorted, unsorted, overdue. Medication schedules. Doctor receipts. Home care invoices.
“He’s been paying for all this, Diana?”
“Michael said you’d panic. He said you’d take the kids and leave him if you knew the truth.”
“I’d rather my grandson go without than be pitied,” she snapped. “And neither did I. But when the hospital bills came…”