on you.”
“Some of it is.”
Derek looked at me.
I had spent years believing my monthly transfers were a form of care.
And they were.
But money was convenient.
Money did not require me to notice Dad sounded tired.
Money did not ask why Mom suddenly stopped complaining about Derek, when she had always complained freely before.
Money let me live five hours away and tell myself I was taking care of them.
Derek saw the thought on my face.
“You called.”
“Not enough.”
“You came when Mom called.”
“
