“He sold his bike this morning—this is the money from the sale. Moore said you would need the cash. He said letting you go is the right thing to do.” “No.” I try to stand and can’t, my legs refusing to support me. There has to be three thousand dollars in that envelope. “No…no.” “Why don’t we focus on the schools you have to choose from?” My whole body is shaking. “But…” I need him. Don’t I?
