Chapter 3
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When we finally gritted our teeth and paid off the loan shark interest, we went out for a bowl of spaghetti to celebrate.
It was the first time in years we'd done anything like that.
But the collectors wouldn't leave us alone.
They showed up at the door with threats.
"You paid off the old interest. After all this time, you think the amount hasn't doubled?"
Neither of us slept that night.
In the end, we decided to ditch our phone numbers and get out of town.
That was when Clara stepped in for the second time.
She didn't say a word. She just took out every dollar she had saved and quietly made the problem go away.
After that, Jesse found new work.
I stayed on at Clara's restaurant, helping out, keeping her company, looking after her.
I thought the hard years were finally over.
But day after day, Jesse grew more restless.
He started sighing all the time, talking about wanting to make real money, wanting to be somebody.
I tried to reason with him.
"Jesse, let's take it slow. We have a roof, we have food, we don't have to be afraid anymore. That's enough for me."
Back then, I hadn't understood what I saw in his eyes. The anxiety. The hunger.
He was terrified of being poor forever. And terrified that his only chance to climb out had already passed him by.
That was when Serena appeared.
Young. Beautiful. She spent money like it meant nothing.
The first time she laid eyes on Jesse, her expression said she'd already decided she was taking him.
I overheard their conversation by accident one day.
Serena's voice was smooth and certain.
"Jesse, I'm offering you a chance to skip ten years of struggle. Think carefully. This is the only shot you'll ever get to cross that line."
Jesse was silent for a long time.
I stayed in the corner where I'd been standing. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound.
From that day on, everything changed.
Jesse started coming home late, carrying the trace of an unfamiliar perfume.
He traded his faded T-shirts for tailored suits and started styling his hair.
He was no longer the boy who used to crouch on the floor beside me, sorting vegetables in a worn-out shirt.
I saw Serena picking him up. I saw them pressed together in the underground parking garage. He opened the car door for her, his manner careful and eager to please.
Inside the car, Jesse leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Serena's.
The car window blocked my view. The sight of it cut right through me.
I didn't ask. I couldn't bring myself to face the truth of what I'd seen.
I waited. Waited for him to remember what we'd been to each other. Waited for him to come back.
He didn't.
What came instead was Serena's check.
And divorce papers.
I still remember that day. The way Jesse walked out without a single backward glance.
And the words that drifted back through the air behind him:
"Penny, I don't want to spend my life stuck in the mud. Let's end this cleanly."
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