her to make a cake.”
Ashley crossed her arms.
“You’re seriously going to fight with me over a stupid cake? On our wedding day?”
I looked toward Grandma.
She was sitting at a nearby table, staring down at her hands.
That sight hurt more than anything Ashley had said.
I had already given Grandma the $684 before leaving her house.
She’d tried to refuse it, but I insisted.
“Buy your medication, Grandma. We’ll figure everything else out.”
Now, watching her sit silently while Ashley complained, I knew the invoice wasn’t
