Chapter 14 - What Everyone OwesKelvin’s modification request arrived by mail three days later.
He claimed reduced income.
Tasha knew he was now working for a commercial roofing company.
Felicia requested pay stubs through formal discovery.
Meanwhile, Tasha started her new job.
On Monday morning she stood in front of the mirror wearing a black blazer and carrying her old repaired tote.
The strap had been stitched at a shoe-repair shop for twelve dollars.
Maya watched from the doorway.
“You should’ve kept the nice bag.”
Tasha smiled.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because sometimes wanting something and being able to afford it are different.”
Maya nodded as if memorizing the idea.
Then asked, “Does that mean I can’t ask for stuff?”
Tasha turned.
“No.”
“Because I don’t want you to be stressed.”
“You are allowed to ask.”
“What if it costs too much?”
“I say no.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
Maya seemed relieved.
Children needed boundaries more than financial secrecy.
At work, Tasha discovered the higher salary came with higher expectations.
Tenant complaints.
Vendor disputes.
Delinquency reports.
Budgets.
Ironically, she spent her days managing other people’s unpaid rent while calculating her own debts during lunch.
She built a spreadsheet.
Brightline: $2,317.
Credit card one: $3,480.
Credit card two: $1,906.
Medical balance: $1,122.
Marcus loan: $600.
She stared at the total.
$9,425.
Less than the eleven thousand she had estimated.
Still enormous.
She created automatic payments based on her new salary.
Not perfect.
Possible.
That evening Marcus arrived to pick up Jayden for basketball practice.
He found Tasha at the dining table.
“What’s that?”
“My debt.”
He blinked.
“You’re showing me?”
“No.”
She rotated the laptop slightly away.
“I’m telling you it has a plan.”
Marcus smiled faintly.
“Good.”
Jayden came downstairs.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
He wore the seventy-four-dollar sneakers Tasha had bought.
Marcus noticed.
They looked fine.
“Comfortable?”
Jayden nodded.
“Yep.”
Marcus resisted asking whether he wanted better ones.
Progress sometimes looked like silence.
At practice, another father complimented Jayden’s shoes.
“Those new?”
Jayden nodded.
“My mom got them.”
Marcus felt a small, irrational sting.
Then hated himself for it.
He had not purchased them.
Tasha had.
Using money partly sent by him.
But Jayden credited her.
For years Marcus had unconsciously measured fatherhood through visible transactions.
Who bought the shoes?
Who paid camp?
Who got the laptop?
He realized how exhausting that scoreboard must feel to a child.
On the drive home, Jayden said, “Coach says I need a new ball.”
Marcus’s reflex appeared instantly.
“What kind?”
Jayden laughed.
“Dad.”
Marcus stopped.
“What?”
“You did the face.”
“What face?”
“The shopping face.”
Marcus laughed.
“Okay. What do you want to do?”
“I have thirty dollars from my birthday.”
“You’re not spending birthday money on practice equipment.”
“Why?”
Marcus almost answered, Because I’m your father.
Instead he said, “How about we split it?”
Jayden thought.
“Why?”
“Because then you pick what matters to you, and I still help.”
Jayden smiled.
“Deal.”
Later Marcus stopped at Loretta’s.
She handed him mail she had accidentally received.
They sat on the porch.
“How’s Tasha?”
“Better.”
Loretta frowned.
“You’re helping her?”
“With co-parenting.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Marcus looked at her.
“Ma.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know.”
Loretta rubbed her knees.
“Did she ever replace the college money?”
“No.”
“That still bothers me.”
“It bothers me too.”
“So what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
Loretta stared.
“Nothing?”
“She owes accountability. She doesn’t owe me revenge.”
Loretta looked surprised.
Marcus continued.
“I have fourteen-five in the 529 now.”
“Fifteen after my money.”
“Right.”
“Still.”
“I’m not dragging a nine-year-old decision into court.”
“Good.”
Marcus looked at her.
“Were you hoping I would?”
“No.”
But her hesitation answered differently.
Marcus sighed.
“You still want me to take Jayden.”
Loretta’s voice softened.
“I want him safe.”
“He is safe.”
“Tasha almost lost the house.”
“She didn’t.”
“She hid debt.”
“So have you.”
Loretta frowned.
“What debt?”
“Not money.”
He looked at her.
“Guilt.”
Loretta went quiet.
At Tasha’s house that same evening, Kelvin knocked unexpectedly.
Tasha opened the door but stepped onto the porch and closed it behind her.
“You need to call first.”
“I was nearby.”
“You still call.”
Kelvin shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
“I wanted to see the kids.”
“They’re doing homework.”
“I’m their father.”
“Yes.”
“So let me see them.”
“This isn’t your scheduled night.”
He looked irritated.
“You make everything rules.”
“Rules are what we use when trust is broken.”
Kelvin laughed.
“You and Marcus suddenly best friends?”
“No.”
“He paying your rent now?”
Tasha went still.
“How do you know that?”
Kelvin smiled.
“Maya talks.”
Tasha’s anger rose.
“Stop questioning her.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then who told you?”
Kelvin’s smile faded.
For half a second he looked caught.
Tasha noticed.
“Who?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It matters.”
Then she realized.
Only a few people knew Marcus had paid exactly six hundred directly to the landlord.
Tasha.
Marcus.
Felicia.
The property manager.
And Denise.
She stared at Kelvin.
“My mother.”
Kelvin looked away.
Tasha felt colder than anger.
“What has my mother been telling you?”
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