Natasha stopped in her tracks and turned her head, staring at Shaun in disbelief."What do you mean?"Shaun smirked smugly, releasing her arm and flicking the ash off his cigarette."The head of nephrology at Trinity Hospital, Dr. Pete Dickinson, is my uncle. All it takes is one word from me, and he'll free up your mother's spot in the hospital for someone else."Natasha jolted, her canvas bag slipping from her hand and hitting the floor. Its contents spilled out—a few crumpled receipts, a bottle of cheap blood pressure medication, and half a cold sandwich.My heart seized with a sharp pang at the sight of the sandwich.Eight years ago, she had transferred 800 dollars to me every single month, with a note that read, "Eat more meat."Eight years later, here she was, eating a cold sandwich.Natasha crouched down, frantically scrambling to gather her things.Shaun planted his foot right on top of the sandwich and ground it in hard."Natasha, don't push your luck. I'm giving you
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