Debt And Blood
The numbers on the screen blink red—$12,000 overdue, 48 hours left. David’s voice still echoes in my skull: 'Pay up, or we break more than just your fingers.' I’ve sold everything worth selling. Now I’m staring at Mom’s tired eyes, knowing she’s got nothing left to give. Uncle Trevor offered shelter, but not salvation. Grandpa Henry watches me like I’m already lost. Maybe I am. But if I don’t find a way out by Friday, it won’t matter where I sleep—it’ll be where they bury me.