7
I sat there for a long time before I could move, unable to believe what just happened. I didn't care that I'd lost. I'd lost before. It wasn't a big deal. I knew it wasn't a reflection of my skill as a poker player. The guy got lucky on that particular hand and I made a bad judgment call. It wasn't the end of the world. But I had no idea how I was going to tell Sonya I'd let her down. Because of me, her welfare—not to mention that of her children—was at stake.
Everyone at the table stared at me like I was a freak. I could feel them judging me, almost as if they knew I'd been gambling with someone else's livelihood and condemning me for it.
Either that or they were waiting for me to get up and leave, which seemed impossible at the moment. I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach like I was
