Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die
He was scooping up the scattered snow around us and rubbing it against my face, trying to warm up my frozen cheeks.
I wanted to tell them to stop wasting their energy on me.
"Mom, Dad, I'm not cold anymore. I promise. You don't have to let me wear the jacket anymore. My arm's broken. I won't look good in it anymore anyway."
However, they couldn't hear me.
People began crowding around us to watch. Someone recognized Dad's face and said, "Hey, isn't that Greg Swanson, the guy with a 5,000,000-dollar debt? How did his daughter end up dying here?"