Chapter 21
He took a sip of his whisky and contemplated the woman sitting by his side. After hearing about her struggles for more than three years with a sick mother, he understood far more about her: her courage and indomitable spirit and the depth of her love, loyalty, and loneliness. And that only seemed to intensify the burning coils winding up inside him since she began to tell her tale.
He couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to ask for that loan. And then spare every dollar she could—and then some she shouldn’t to the point of putting her own health at risk—to pay it. Just to know it had been useless because it would start all over again the following month.
“Did you ever realize you were to be his slave, paying interest for the rest of your life?” he snapped. “That this kind o
