Okay, money. How does a woman conjure half of a couple’s rent money without withdrawing it from the bank?
Really, it all boiled down to numbers.
Leebie let her phone swing down from her neck, adjusting the necklace strap absently.
It was easier to think about numbers than about… everything else. Easier than responding to Amram and telling him the grim truth.
So that’s all Leebie thought about as she sat frozen in Ita’s swivel chair, her forehead buried in her palms.
There were so many ways to make those numbers add up, if you got creative. And she’d get creative, she’d figure this out. Hadn’t she begged Amram to allow her to figure it out all those years?
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