“Just money?” I gasp through the cacophony, and sweep a hand at the children watching flames devour the Gänslinghaus. Only some of them even have coats on. “How are you going to feed them? Where are you going to stay?” I shake the purse at her. “How are you going to buy a new house, Gisele? How can you live like this for a year, and still say it’s just money?”
