Chapter 39 Five Million

• Mrs. Rodriguez shook her head, her voice laced with frustration. “Why didn’t you ask for help? Theo could have helped you. You didn’t have to do this.”
• I scoffed under my breath, barely able to contain my bitterness. If only she knew. If only she understood why we were even here in the first place.
• Theo? Help? That was almost laughable. My father let out a weak chuckle, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to bother my son-in-law,” he said, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.