After that, Henry kept having the same nightmare.
It was always the repayment plan.
The day he found it hidden in the dining table drawer, his hands trembled so badly he almost dropped it.
Three pages of densely written notes on A4 paper.
Henry's debt: $300 million.
Studio transfer: $16 million (received).
I take two private restoration jobs every month: +$6,000.
Henry's stomach is weak. Monthly nutrition expenses: $800. Can't cut that.
Mom's follow up medical expenses are separate.
At the very bottom of the page was one final sentence, written in a soft, almost careful stroke.
Everything will pass. Don't give up.
Henry sat there at the dining table until dawn.
When the first light broke through the window, he finally understood one thing.
I had been the winner of that bet all
