ANDREA’S POV
The subway ride from the university district to the Meatpacking District took forty minutes of pure anxiety, leaving me squeezed between a man eating a tuna sandwich and a woman shouting into her phone while clutching my purse tightly to my chest.
Checking my bank account app for the tenth time revealed a dismal balance of $74.50.
Maxwell’s check for fifty thousand dollars sat in my wallet folded neatly behind my ID, acting as a lifeline that was currently completely useless. Calling the bank earlier while Maxwell was in the shower confirmed that for a check that large deposited into a new account with no history, the hold time would be seven to ten business days.
Waiting seven to ten days was impossible because the surgeon Dr. Evans recommended for my mother required a te
