spital.
She agreed, and we thought everything was set. But when we came home, there was that note, demanding payment.
I wasn’t about to pay up without a fight.
A week later, when Abigail visited to meet the baby, I handed her an “itemized invoice” detailing every favor we’d done for her—helping her move, paying for car repairs, and babysitting.
I pointed out that family doesn’t charge each other for favors, and if she expected payment, so did we.
Abigail was furious, stormed out, and we never heard about the $600 again.
Jake was proud of me, and I was content knowing I’d put her in her place. If she ever tried again, I had the receipts.
