Where did you get that ring

the check once.

My mother gasped.

“Claire!”

I folded it again.

Vivian stepped forward.

“Stop it.”

I tore the check down the middle.

The sound was small.

Almost delicate.

Paper giving up.

But in that hallway, it landed like a gunshot.

Vivian screamed, “Are you insane?”

I tore the pieces again.

And again.

Tiny cream-colored scraps fluttered from my hands onto the continue reading …