Kimberly’s POV
It was impossible. There was simply no way for her to know about this. I had kept it hidden, kept my paychecks and bank accounts away from my mother to make sure that it would never slip, and yet here we were.
“I… I-I.”
I couldn’t form a word, any less form a full sentence.
What was I to say? What was I to do?
“I can explain,” I burst out. “When you got sick, I knew that I needed to find a job that would pay me enough to make sure that you would get whatever treatment necessary, and this was the only one that would take me without background checks and a full academic chart. I know what you must think, and I know you are mad that I didn’t tell you, but I thought that if… I thought that if you knew then you’d refuse to get treatment-”
“Because I would,” my mom cut in.
