I stared at the screen for a few seconds after she hung up.

$1,200 for a resort booking I assumed I’d accidentally approved.

Small tests.

Trial runs.

They weren’t mistakes.

They were boundaries being probed.

And I had absorbed it every time.

Because I was the responsible one.

Because I was the stable one.

Because if I didn’t fix it, who would?

Until now.

The next morning, I submitted the affidavit. I attached the recorded continue reading …