Bianca stood frozen.
The words Victor just said didn’t sound real.
Sell my car.
Her chest rose sharply, breath catching midway like her lungs suddenly forgot how to work.
“Hell no.”
Her voice dropped like a knife on marble.
Victor blinked slowly, his eyes tired, pleading.
Bianca took a step toward him, disbelief painting her face.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What are you even talking about?”
Victor remained still.
The silence between them grew heavy.
“Are you even aware of what you’re talking about?”
Her voice cracked on the last word.
“You’re telling me to sell my car?”
She pointed to herself.
“My expensive car?”
Her voice shot higher.
“You may be dreaming right now.”
She shook her head slowly.
“No, you must be hallucinating.”
Victor opened his
