Claire thought marrying a lonely rich man was the only way to save her sister’s life. But as she stepped into his silent mansion, she began to realize the deal she had made might cost her more than money.
The fluorescent lights of the Lucky Star Diner buzzed above me like tired insects, and old grease had soaked so deep into my apron that I no longer noticed it. My feet ached. I counted my tips behind the register, two crumpled fives and a pile of singles, and did the math I already knew.
Rent was due Friday. Today was Wednesday.
“You’re gonna burn a hole through that money staring at it, sweetheart.”
Jonas was gone, but his folded twenty sat beside an empty cup of black coffee.
Earl, our regular trucker, slid his mug toward me for a refill. I poured without looking up.
“Just thinking,” I said.
“About that quiet fella in the corner booth?” He grinned. “He asked Mara about you again this morning. Wanted to know if you had kids.”
I glanced toward the booth by the window. Jonas was gone, but his folded twenty sat beside an empty cup of black coffee, the way it always did.
“He’s lonely,” I said. “That’s all.”
“Lonely men with money are a particular kind of trouble, Claire.”
Earlier that morning she had called to tell me she’d burned the eggs and scared the neighbor’s cat.
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t have time for trouble.”
My phone buzzed in my apron pocket. I almost ignored it. Tessa’s name lit the screen, and I smiled before I answered, because earlier that morning she had called to tell me she’d burned the eggs and scared the neighbor’s cat.
“Hey, baby sister. You set the kitchen on fire again?”
There was no laugh on the other end. Only a wet, shaking breath.
“Claire.”
I went still. Earl looked up from his coffee.
The diner blurred. I gripped the counter to stay upright.
“Tessa? What’s wrong?”
“I’m at St. Vincent’s.” Her voice was so small I had to press the phone hard against my ear. “I came in because of the headaches. They did a scan.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“They found something.” A sob broke through. “I need surgery, Claire. Soon.”
The diner blurred. I gripped the counter to stay upright.
“How soon?”
I grabbed my keys, my purse, and the crumpled fives.
“Weeks. Maybe less.”
“What did they say it would cost?”
She told me the number. I sat down hard on the stool behind the register. Earl was saying my name. I couldn’t hear him.
“Tessa, listen to me.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. “Don’t sign anything. Don’t agree to anything. I’m coming right now.”
“Don’t leave work. You’ll lose your shift.”
“I don’t care about the shift.”
I untied my apron strings, then left them. There was no time. I grabbed my keys, my purse, and the crumpled fives.
Tessa was sitting near the nurses’ station, a folder pressed to her chest.
“Mara,” I called toward the kitchen, “family emergency. I’ll explain tomorrow.”
I pushed into the cold afternoon air, still wearing the stained apron, and ran toward the only family I had left.
The hospital smelled like bleach and old coffee. I ran through the sliding doors with my apron still tied around my waist.
Tessa was sitting near the nurses’ station, a folder pressed to her chest. Her eyes were red. Her hands shook.
“Claire,” she whispered.
I dropped to my knees in front of her.
