you. Either way, I’m the one who ensured you graduated debt-free—not the Prescotts.”
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to.
“The important thing isn’t who paid, Amber. It’s that you never once questioned it. You simply accepted that someone had magically solved your financial problem without ever considering it might have been your embarrassing mother.”
The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent. Blake, undoubtedly.
“Don’t answer it yet,” I said, opening the third—and most significant—folder. “There’s one more thing we need to discuss before Blake joins us.”
“What now?”
