I stared at the thirty thousand dollars left in my bank account and felt completely trapped. There was no way I could ask Ethan to clean up my family's mess again.
But the next day, Ethan still showed up. And in his hand was a check.
Of course. He wanted to save me again.
I stopped him outside before he could walk in. "You don't have to keep fixing my family's problems."
Ethan froze, the check still in his hand. Pain flashed across his face. "So now you're keeping score with me?"
Seeing that expression on him made my chest ache sharply.
"People don't change that easily," I said softly. "You help my dad this time, then what? What if he falls for it again? This time it's two million. Next time maybe four, six. Ethan, this is a bottomless pit. How much money would you need before it's f
