“I don’t have that kind of money.”
The doctor lowered his eyes.
There was nothing left to say after that.
Because payment plans don’t save children whose hearts are running out of time.
Three weeks later, I accepted a caregiving job inside the Whitmore estate.
The pay was more money than I had ever earned before.
At first, I thought it was luck.
Later, I realized Arthur had probably chosen me long before I understood I was being watched.
The mansion itself felt beautiful in the same way old cemeteries feel beautiful.
Quiet.
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