I head straight back to Austin, who I left laying in our cubicle home. He's strong enough to speak, but he's not strong enough to follow me out of the building. When I return, I tell him everything.
"So, what do you think?" I ask him once I conclude with the 24-hour ultimatum Rupert gave me.
"You really want to know?"
"Of course I do. It's your life, too."
"It's unbelievable. But if it's true, it could be good for us. A change from this couldn't be wrong. We have nothing here." He coughs, as if emphasizing our dire straits. When his coughing turns into a fit, I become concerned.
"Austin? Austin, are you okay?"
The hacking gradually subsides as I rub his back.
"Did your father really have a lot of money?" Austin asks when he can talk again.
"I really don't know." The vision of a man
