I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

that had become painfully familiar. “And did you have to come straight from the shop? You smell like… gas and sweat. It’s gross.”

I gripped the steering wheel tight, feeling the cracked vinyl under my stained palms. “I didn’t have time to go home, Bella. If I leave the shop early, I lose an hour of pay. That hour pays for your phone bill.”

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