The price of admission was honesty
I leaned back against the cool vinyl booth, crossing my arms over my chest. The checkbook remained firmly inside my purse, staying well out of his desperate reach.
I told him clearly that money was a secondary concern right now. I needed to know exactly why they had abandoned me on the most important day of my life.
Until he explained the logic behind their cruelty, he would not see a single cent. He had to purchase my assistance with honesty.