Vivian had taken it from him.
Then I asked the question that no one wanted to answer.
“What disease does it have?”
Clara touched her chest.
“Cancer.”
Eleven months.
For eleven months I had been sending money while my wife was sick.
And no one had told me.
Advisory services
Vivian argued that the treatment was expensive and that there were no guarantees.
But wherever I looked, I could see my money.
New soils.
A huge TV.
Leather furniture.
Granite countertops.
The SUV outside.
Derek's new phone.
Your new business.
Clara had broken sandals and a blouse that I remembered buying him six years ago.
Foreign currency and currency exchange
I looked at my mother.
Pregnancy and Maternity
“How much of my money did they use for their treatment?”
Vivian finally admitted that they had paid for some visits.
Clara corrected her.
“Two.”
I looked at her.
“Two?”
He nodded.
