"Don't even think about running. You owe this family!"
Godfrey tossed his apple core into the same trash can, the juice soaking into my crumpled report.
"You're heartless, Amanda!"
"My brother sacrificed everything for you, and you won't even cough up this much? Did a dog eat your conscience?"
Elise seemed used to scenes like this. She settled into the couch with an air of indifference and bit into a piece of fruit.
Vincent softened his voice.
"Babe, I know you've been working hard lately. Godfrey's wedding is a big deal, and Elise has been studying so hard she deserves a nice break. Just think of it as granting me one little wish, okay?"
"When I saved you that day, I never once thought about getting anything in return. If you can't even agree to something this small, it really would break my heart."
Break his heart?
My fingers clenched until the knuckles went white. My breathing turned shallow, ragged.
I stared at him, and the suffocating tide of memory dragged me back five years.
Five years ago, we ran a small restaurant together.
Those days were grueling. Four, maybe five hours of sleep a night, up before dawn and working until well past dark.