Dustin stared at the floor.
“College.”
Dustin had been accepted into a strong engineering program three hours away. Financial aid covered part of the tuition, but a large gap remained.
“He said if I got the tattoo for Barbra, he would pay the rest,” Dustin admitted. “He said I wouldn’t need to worry about school.”
“Did he put it in writing?”
“No.”
“Did he transfer any money?”
“No.”
“Did he contact the university?”
“I don’t know.”
I picked up my keys.
Dustin stepped in front of the door.
“Mom, don’t. You’ll make everything worse.”
I looked at the portrait beneath his sleeve.
“Your father bought a piece of your skin with a promise. Now I’m going to find out whether he ever intended to keep it.”
