This time, it was Daniel's turn to be cold and ruthless. "Pay up."
I made a mournful face. "It's gone..."
Daniel glanced around my room. "Where did it go?"
My rented apartment was, to put it mildly, bare. There wasn't a single valuable thing in it. I even sold the microwave and the comfy beanbag chair that Daniel bought me.
As for where the money went... I had no choice but to take Daniel to the hospital. My neighbor's older sister was lying there—the victim of a crime of passion. She wasn't dead, just a vegetable. And the perpetrator was my own brother. Sentenced to life, he was currently working on a sewing machine inside.
"Our two families used to be very close. My brother and Mia were childhood sweethearts. They were really, really good together... I don't know when my brother sta
