“I’m going to max it out.” I make my way to the door. “It doesn’t have a limit.” “Well…then, I’ll rack up a bill so high you’ll need a ladder to reach the top!” I almost laugh. “Have fun with that.” Dahlia crosses her arms over her chest, chin lifted. “I’m an expensive habit.” I hover at the threshold. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I can afford it.”
