Chapter 11

By Thursday morning, I'd calculated our expenses three times. The first version was optimistic. The second included Oliver's follow-up appointments. The third accounted for the writing project I'd lost. I sat at the kitchen table with a notebook and a cup of coffee that had gone cold. Upstairs, the baby slept. Every few minutes, I checked the monitor and forced myself to look away again. The house had come to me through my aunt, but living in it still cost money. Utilities, groceries, insurance,...