THE PRICE OF THEIR NAME
They knew that eighty dollars was a joke in their world, and that the sight of it would crush my last shred of hope.
I picked up the worn bills, crushing them in my fist. The crushing realization was this: I wasn't just broke. I was financially nullified. They had absorbed my debt, my future, and my ability to sustain myself. My financial dependency was total, absolute, and designed to prevent exactly this moment.
My mind was a terrifying mix of defeat and rage. I slumped back against the bed, letting out a heavy, rattling breath.
"Eighty dollars," I whispered to the empty, quiet room. "I can't even get out of the state with this."
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