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A glass of water on a counter | Source: Midjourney
“The house,” she hissed. “The lawyer just called me. There’s debt. Lots of debt. Thousands of dollars. If the money isn’t paid back, the house will be taken away from us, Dawn.” “And you…” she let out a shaky breath. “You have the money, don’t you?”
I leaned back in an armchair and let my father's watch tick on my wrist.
“Maybe I have the money,” I said. “But we don’t really have a good story, do we? You threw me out.”
She kept silent.
“You have to help me!” She finally said.
I smiled.
"I would have helped you, Charlotte," I said. "If you had been nicer to me when I was little, sister. Maybe then I would have felt bad."
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
Then I hung up.
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