I stared at him in horror.
“What have you planned for me?”
Robert silently walked to the door and unlocked it.
“You can leave. I was wrong to frighten you. But if you stay for five minutes, you’ll understand everything.”
I stood beside the open doorway, clutching my phone tightly.
He opened a cabinet nearby.
Inside was a thick folder.
The first page contained our home address.
The second had my mother’s name.
And on the third was a number.
$18,600.
“This is the amount your family owes, including your mother’s medical expenses,” Robert said.
“How do you know that?”
“Yesterday, your mother came here looking for work. She said she was willing to work even though she was sick, just so you wouldn’t have to give up on college.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“Where is my mother now?”
“Linda took her to the hospital for some tests. She’s safe. You can call her right now.”
