In my clutch sat a cream envelope with every receipt, every bank statement, every text message. Eighteen months of records. Totaling $41,760.
I held it up for all ninety-nine guests to see. “Since we’re sharing announcements,” I said into the microphone, “I have one too.”
Mom’s face went white. Khloe’s confetti cannons suddenly felt very heavy in Tyler’s hands. And Dad — Dad reached for his chair and missed it completely.