AUSTIN’S POV

The moment I heard Faith’s voice on the phone—shaking, broken, barely holding itself together—I knew something was terribly wrong. I didn’t even bother asking why she was at the hospital. I didn’t need the details to understand one thing:

She needed help. She needed money. And she had no one else to turn to.

That’s why she accepted my offer. Not because she wanted to…

But because she had no choice.

It stung more than I expected.

But I knew what I had to do.

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