ZOE
I was typing as if the poor computer were to blame for my misfortune. Each key echoed in the silence of the office like a gunshot. I bit my lip, sulking at myself.
“Damn it, why didn’t you accept the card, Zoe? It was you or hunger! But no, dignity first.” "Dignity first, right?" I mocked myself. Now the most anticipated time of my day was dinner with Esteban. I just hoped the burger was actually good.
I sighed, resting my forehead against the palm of my hand. Yes, dignity. That word that seemed so heroic in my head, but in practice only served to leave me hungry and the pantry full of air. Not to mention the damn months of overdue rent. I sighed again. At least Asher had the best treatment for his condition with one of the best doctors in the country.
I didn’t want to think about
