Emma's POV

I arrived at the eatery and took a seat at one of the empty customer tables, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper the hospital had handed me, the total amount due for my mother's further treatment glaring back at me in cold, hard numbers.

"Goodness, $3000 today. Where do I even get the money?" I whispered under my breath, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten. The only money in my account right now was a ...