Viktoria POV
Teaching kids is therapeutic for me. It settles my mind, and steadies my heartbeat but today, even as I move between little wooden desks and correct messy handwriting, my thoughts keep circling back to Kyra’s offer. A million dollars. Every month until Marco gives up trying to get me to leave in the Alpha house.
My family could move to a better and bigger apartment. I could buy new clothes and shoes, a car, and move into my own apartment . . . quit teaching. No, I love teaching. I love my kids. I love the tiny magic of watching them understand something for the first time.
But more problems will be solved once there's a million dollars in my bank account. My entire world could change. After some time, the thought becomes dizzying.
Still . . . it’s hard not to wonder. Hard
