Leya sat in the cold of her bedroom, on the floor, all balled up, knees to her chest, shaking hands hovered over a sheet of paper.

A copy of her brother Dalton's school fee invoice.

The week after next is when it needs to be paid.

$14,200.

She stared at the figure as if it was written in an alphabet she didn't understand. That figure might have been a million.

She had begged Harrison.

Once.

Only once.

She'd approached him after dinner, pride furrowed in the fold of her dress. She stood ...