The wedding is in a few hours. We can talk about this later.”
“There is no wedding, Amber. Not today.”
I closed the Wedding folder and opened the next one labeled Education.
“What is all this?” Amber demanded. “Some kind of weird scrapbook of financial martyrdom?”
“Documentation,” I corrected calmly. “Something your grandfather taught me the value of long ago.”
I removed a stack of tuition receipts, loan documents, and bank transfers.
“Your education. Private elementary school, when the public school in our district was underperforming: $124,000. SAT tutoring