I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel, my heart heavy with worry. Vincent’s medical bills weighed on me, and I had no idea how to manage them. My mind raced, but there were no answers. The phone in my pocket buzzed, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.
I hesitated before pulling it out. A message from Cross.
I unlocked my phone, hands trembling, eyes landing on his words:
“I sent you $10,000. No interest needed, just take care of yourself and Vincent. I know how hard things have been.”
I froze. My chest tightened, my eyes stung. This was it. The money I desperately needed. Tears welled up, and I blinked them away. I didn’t have time to process—only gratitude and disbelief.
I quickly checked my bank app. There it was: $10,000. A lifeline I hadn’t expected, one I couldn’t have
