"Could you listen to me without getting angry?" I asked nervously, pacing back and forth.
"I'm already angry, but I'm listening," he replied in a serious voice.
"I want to help him with his addictions. I feel guilty about it."
"Bree, you're not guilty of anything. You can't blame yourself for the decisions others make."
"That doesn't stop me from feeling guilty," I said, sighing.
"How do you want to help him?"
"I want to pay for a rehabilitation center for him, and I want to support him. Don't worry, it will all come from my salary. I promise not to touch yours. I'm telling you this so that when you see the transactions, you'll understand. I just…" I sighed. "I didn't want to do this without your support. I don't want to do anything behind your back. Having your support is very impor
