was allowed to bend now.
He held up the envelope. “I got this from my neighbor. She said she’d wait for me to pay her back. I will. But I can’t owe a stranger.”
I stared at that envelope.
It wasn’t just paper. It was pride with a stamp on it.
“You don’t owe me,” I said, keeping my voice low. “You owe Sundance. You owe Martha. And you’re paying that every continue reading …
