“Where did she get this?”
I dropped the paper back into the box like it had burned me. Beneath it was a stack of receipts for boots, a coat, mechanic bills, a dental visit, and two credit card payments.
Each receipt had Evie’s handwriting on it.
“You lied about this one.”
“You thanked me for this one.”
“You almost told me the truth here.”
The last receipt was for the coat I’d worn to her funeral.
“You lied about this one.”
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“You looked ashamed when I noticed you were cold, Damon. That was the first honest thing I saw on your face.”
I covered my mouth. “Why would she keep all this?”
“Because she knew you were keeping score too,” Mr. Carson said.
I looked up. “So this was punishment?”
“No. She was clear about that.”
He handed me an envelope. “Read it.”
