She didn’t come back with excuses or attitude. She came back with cash. Crumpled bills, counted and stacked, labeled in her careful handwriting: “Rent. Three months.” While I’d been stewing in self-righteous silence, she’d been sleeping on couches, sharing a cramped room, walking instead of taking the bus, skipping meals so she could keep a promise I never should have forced on her.
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