Red numbers.
The term was not exaggerated as he supposed. He keyed in the password for the thousandth time since four in the afternoon, and now it was past eight in the evening.
Account index… Accumulated amount, all equal to…. ZERO.
Shit.
It had been the most horrible afternoon he'd had in a long time, satirically after the most wonderful lunch of his life.
Life was ironic and cruel.
Red numbers, bankruptcy, total bankruptcy. Those words awakened an ancient and deep fear in his being; a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to for a long time since the day of his father's accident.
And now, at this moment, he longed more than ever to go back in time and come back if he could the instant that he had spent with Alexa, including the short goodbye to her at the entrance of her house. He w
