Chapter 1 · free to read
Three jobs. Two hours of sleep. One number on every envelope that only ever grew.
Every envelope she had ever opened asked for money. This one was offering it, which was worse, because it meant somebody had done the arithmetic on her.
He spoke of a lifelong bond the way other men ordered coffee.
Every clause was in fine print. She read the first page. She was too tired to read the rest.
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