Greg’s words kept returning.
She’s not your daughter.
He was right.
Sarah wasn’t my daughter.
And if I had no right to correct her, I certainly had no obligation to keep financing her.
I opened my laptop.
First the bank accounts.
Then the business accounts.
Then the SUV loan.
For the first time, I studied everything together.
The total made me nauseous.
Restaurants.
Online purchases.
Gas.
Insurance.
Household costs.
Business expenses I didn’t recognize.
Thousands of dollars every month.
They weren’t saving money.
They were living on mine.
My hands stopped trembling.
I started making changes.
Sarah was removed as an authorized user from the company card.
I froze discretionary spending.
I changed every online password.
Then I pulled up the SUV documents.
The title was exactly as I remembered.
My name.
My debt.
My vehicle.
At 12:18 a.m., I called my oldest friend, Clara.
