He rubbed my back.
“I know.”
“No, Daniel. I don’t think you understand how much.”
He waited.
“In eighteen months, I’ve given them more than forty-one thousand dollars.”
He pulled back slightly.
“I knew you’d helped, but I didn’t realize the total.”
“Neither did I until I started looking at the statements.”
I reached into the small handbag beside my chair and took out my phone.
There was a spreadsheet saved in my files.
I’d created it after discovering the travel charge.
At first, I only wanted to know how much money Mom had used for wedding emergencies.
Then I began reviewing older transfers.
One payment led to another.
And eventually, I had a record of eighteen months of financial support.
I showed Daniel.
He scrolled slowly.
Furnace replacement and repairs: $6,400.
Dad’s dental treatment: $8,600.
Mom’s insurance payments: $10,500.
Khloe’s rent assistance: $13,200.
Streaming subscriptions: $360.
Additional household and family expenses: $2,700.
Total: $41,760.
Daniel stared at the screen.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was this much?”
I wiped my cheeks.
“Because every payment seemed like an emergency.”
I pointed toward the furnace expense.
“That happened in December. Dad said the house was freezing.”
