Three days had passed, and Phoebe walked through the hospital, her body exhausted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at her parents lying unconscious in their beds.
She would find the money. Her parents would be okay!
But—
Where was she going to find so much money? She had already begged for help wherever she could, lowering herself, speaking softly, but the amount she managed to borrow was still a pittance.
Suddenly, a face flashed in her mind. She remembered Curtis, and for a moment, a glimmer of hope sparked within her.
She could ask him for a loan, and once she graduated and found a job, she'd pay him back.
Nervously, she tried calling Curtis' private number. But after several attempts, the phone was still switched off.
She tried calling Merle as well, but no one answer
