family plan,” I whispered, seeing another line. “Two-forty a month. Everyone.”
I did the math in the margin of the legal pad I’d grabbed. Roughly a thousand a month. Twelve thousand a year. Over five years: sixty thousand dollars.
That was a down payment on a house. That was my retirement fund.
“Cara, I feel sick.”
“Good. Use that. You’re going to go silent.continue reading …
