Paid in Full by My Billionaire Ex

Summary

I had never worried about money growing up, for the simple reason that I possessed an impossible ledger: whenever someone gave me a gift out of genuine devotion, and later withdrew that love, the exact cash value would be refunded directly into my private account.

After my mother died of lymphoma, the cheap, eighteen-dollar tortoiseshell barrette she bought me from a sidewalk vendor outside South Station never generated a single cent of return. Her love stayed where she left it, sealed under six feet of Massachusetts loam.