The Only Thief At This Table Is You
Language: en
My mother, Deborah, always preferred for me to run her errands, especially when it came to buying expensive items. She would inevitably claim her eyesight was bad and that she’d missed a digit when transferring the money. For years, I didn't make a fuss. I simply covered the difference myself, silently transferring my own funds to complete the purchase. Until my sister, Cassidy, decided to air her grievances in front of me with that patented, sickly-sweet snark. “Mom always sends you the money for those big-ticket items she needs,” Cass said, not quite looking at me. “Funny how we never…