long pause. I could hear the static, the heavy intake of breath.
“Your mother didn’t lose your college fund, sweetheart. She withdrew it. All of it. Forty-two thousand, three hundred and eighty dollars.”
The faucet dripped. Drip.
“What?”
“The March you turned eighteen. I was at the bank, Harper. I watched her sign the withdrawal form. I told her it was continue reading …
