Rowan's fingers stilled, his breathing growing heavier. "I'm sorry, Amara… I can't access it right now."
My heart skipped a beat and I tugged at his sleeve in desperation. "Why not? Why can't you access it?"
He looked away, a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he tried to loosen my grip. "Amara… you still owe me that four thousand dollars too…"
I felt as though I was losing my mind. Falling to my knees, I clutched at his trousers, begging him, "Please, Rowan. I'm begging you. If you can't give it all, just give me part of it. I will definitely pay you back. Okay?"
But he pried my hands away, his voice was cold and unyielding. "I have something very important that I need it for. I can't give it back to you."
I collapsed onto the ground, my heart pounding, my mind in utter disarray, with only one thought to call Rowan. A large mouthful of blood surged from the corner of Grandma's lips, followed by thick, black globs spilling out one after another.
I knelt beside her, frantically wiping the corners of her mouth as though somehow I could ease her pain. However, no matter how many times I wiped her lips clean, I could not take away the agony wracking her frail body.