My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

table held two things: a cup of coffee, black, still too hot to drink, and my laptop open to two tabs. The first was a quarterly reconciliation for a client who ran three LLCs out of a former strip mall in Concord. The second tab had no name. I had never given it one. It had existed as Sheet 2 for five years.

I opened Sheet 2 the way I opened it every continue reading …