Chapter 37

• JONAS' POV (A NEW CHARACTER)
• I stared at the crumbling ceiling of our small apartment. The sound of my wife sobbing quietly from the bedroom pierced through the thin walls. My chest ached with a lot of emotions.
• The pressure of it all pressed down on me like a thousand bricks. Debt was suffocating us, and I could barely breathe under the pressure. Every day, I tried to convince myself that what I was doing—the pursuit of truth—was worth the struggle, but the bills didn’t care about integrity. Neither did the landlord.