Mannie’s POV
Going back home this time around, I hailed a cab. My feet were too tired to walk, and my mind—too full.
The driver rolled down the window slightly. Cool air rushed in, brushing against my face. The city lights blurred past as the car moved, and I leaned my head against the window, watching them fade into streaks of gold and white.
I sighed quietly. “What is Michael even thinking?” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.
The envelope sat on my lap. I opened it once again, even though I had already looked at it twice before. Inside was a check. The amount written on it made my heart jolt the first time I saw it. It wasn’t a small sum.
But the more I stared at it, the heavier it felt.
I folded the check back neatly and pressed it between my palms. “I’m not using this,”
