She Took My Money, Not My Soul

ed them back to Wesley' s rundown apartment complex.

ds' toys were scattered everywhere. I stood in th

e dangerously low. "Let's talk

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wenty-thousand-dollar bill his insurance wouldn't cover? Me. Remember when your brothe

Wesley instinctively

able life. So you wouldn't have to worry ab

shrieked, her voice cracking. "I was lo

u call sleeping with your high school boyfriend while your husband is

t pale. Wesl

er voice weaker now. "He listened to m

y, you mean," I shot back. "How muc

I thought I knew, and saw a complete stranger. A selfish, entitled child. My father' s face flashed in my mind-the

rds feeling like stones in m