~Xavier~
I must have been reading the wrong bank statements. What was I looking at? I staggered back to my bed, finally getting why people often sit when receiving bad news. I read through the document, sweat coating my face and palms after noticing the payments I had supposedly done to numerous foundations. I had been hacked and most if not all, of my money was lost in the wind. I followed the numbers to the bottom of the page, hoping for an explanation of some kind. The number at the bottom of the page had me losing my mind and the urge to laugh kept rising. I have 10 cents left in my grand total. Ten flipping cents.
I laughed, not because it was funny but because crying was out of the picture. I laughed, looking at the tablet, sweat dripping from my forehead and onto the screen. I lau
