Her Billionaire Lies Cost An Arm

Summary

Every time my daughter returned from a playdate at my best friend’s place that summer, she brought home an expensive collectible doll.

Seeing how tenderly she cradled them in her small arms, I quietly pinched pennies, skipping lunches and cutting corners just so I could save enough to buy an equally thoughtful gift in return. I didn't want my friend to think we were freeloading.

Then came the Tuesday I got off work early.

I unlocked the front door quietly, only to hear Lily’s muffled, giddy voice floating from her bedroom, speaking into her pink GPS smartwatch.