Anna's POV:

I stare at my laptop screen until the job listings blur together. Server. Retail clerk. Warehouse worker. None of them pay more than minimum wage. None of them will get me five hundred thousand dollars in time.

'Think. There has to be something.'

But there isn't. I know there isn't.

I grab my phone. Start scrolling through contacts. Distant relatives I haven't spoken to in years. Friends from high school. Anyone who might have money.

The first ...