"I paid this price to save your life. Helping him out a little now—is that really too much to ask?"
"I don't care how you do it. Get that two hundred thousand together. Soon."
Is that really too much to ask.
Those words landed on me like a mountain, crushing the air from my lungs.
Godfrey sat on the couch scrolling through his phone, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
Elise's gaze drifted between us, her expression cold and detached.
The wire I'd been stretched across for so long finally snapped.
But the chains only grew heavier.
I borrowed a hundred and fifty thousand from my parents and relatives. Scraped together two hundred thousand and handed it to Caroline.
They were thrilled. Bought the house.
Property in our area wasn't expensive. The mortgage was seventeen hundred a month, and Godfrey would handle that himself.
End-of-year accounting, year three.
Godfrey's tabs at the restaurant: $15,270. The house: $200,000.
Household money for Caroline: $60,000.
Vincent's physical therapy: $20,000.
Elise's tuition, tutoring, and rent: $45,000.
After that incident, they realized that ripping my wound open worked better than dancing around it. So they stopped bothering with subtlety.