«Grace,» Brandon said, running his hands through his hair the way he always did when he was stressed. «I don’t know how we’re going to make this work. Tuition is due in three weeks, and even with my student loans, we’re short. And we still have to pay rent, electricity, food.»
I looked at the numbers. I’d been looking at them for hours. Brandon’s part-time job at the campus library paid almost nothing. My part-time work at the supermarket wasn’t much better. His student loans covered tuition but barely touched living expenses. We were drowning, and we hadn’t even gotten to the deep water yet.
«What if I took a year off school?» I said quietly.
Brandon looked up at me, his eyes tired. «What?»
«Just one year. Maybe two,» I suggested. «I could work full-time, maybe get a second job. Once you finish medical school and start your residency, I can go back.»
«Grace, no. I can’t ask you to do that.»