Lana
“You didn’t even have any money to bet.” The balance in our bank account was four dollars and twenty-six cents. I knew that for a fact. Yesterday morning, my debit card got declined when I tried to buy a venti coffee. It was a good thing I was getting paid tomorrow. “So where did the money come from?”
He rubs the back of his neck, slow and nervous. His light skin turns pink, the freckles standing out more than usual, those he got from his Irish side. “I told you. Danny said it was a sure thing. I took out a small loan.”
“What?” I yell. “So you’re gambling again, and now it’s with borrowed money?”
F.M.L.
He grabs my hands. His eyes look scared. “Things are bad, honey. I didn’t want to stress you out, but I already owe more…”
“How much?” I ask.
“Twenty K.”
It feels like all the
