“I was going to replace it.”
“With what?”
“The new job.”
“Oregon.”
“Oregon,” he said.
“So that’s the other reason.”
“That’s why you picked a town I’ve never heard of.”
“They pay more.”
“They offered a signing bonus.”
“It would have covered most of it.”
“Most of it.”
“Nate, what did you pay for?”
He sat down.
“Her bills.”
“Maddie’s?”
“Rachel’s insurance capped out in March.”
“The hospital sent her to collections.”
“They were going to garnish her wages.”
“She was about to lose her apartment.”
“While her kid was lying in a hospital bed.”
“Because of my mistake.”
“So you paid it.”
“Anonymously.”
“Through the patient accounts office.”
“She thinks some church covered it.”
“She prays for them every night.”
“She told me so.”
I looked at the screen.
At the number.
At the name on the account.
Poppy’s name.
“You spent our daughter’s future on somebody else’s daughter,” I said.
