I slowly stood up, the legs of my chair scraping sharply across the floor.I looked at Zane.He turned his face away."Why exactly $260,000?" I asked. "That can’t be a coincidence."He was silent for a long time, staring at the floor.Finally, he pressed his lips together."Sophie lives far from work. She has to cram onto the subway every morning. In the summer, she gets to work drenched in sweat. In the winter, her hands crack from the cold."He paused."She’s your best friend. If you knew what she was going through, you’d feel bad for her too."I braced a hand against the edge of the table and looked down at my fingers.I had kept that money in a separate account.I’d even named it 'Home'.Every month, as soon as my paycheck came in, I transferred half of it into that account.My commute from the station took thirty minutes on foot, with no direct bus. I walked it every single day because I couldn’t even bring myself to spend money on a bike rental.Last winter, the ski
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