to cover it up.”
The room felt entirely devoid of air. Clara sank back onto the sofa, staring at him. For three months, she had felt like a failure, believing the world was punishing her for trying to do the right thing.
“They destroyed my life,” she whispered, looking at the eviction notices. “In twelve days, we’re going to be on the street. Because I asked a question.”
“They won’t,” Ethan said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black fountain pen and a personalized checkbook. He
