Arya's POVThree days after Marco gave me the black card, I found myself staring at it on my nightstand, untouched.I had used it once, to pay Mrs. Marta the month's rent.The landlady had looked at the elegant black card with narrowed eyes, but ran it through her old machine without comment.When the transaction was completed, I felt both relief and a strange sense of being trapped.Since then, the card had remained there, a constant reminder that he was living off someone else's generosity.Cherry, of course, had noticed."You know you can use it to buy food, right?" she said yesterday, watching me count the little money Marco had given me to buy the cheapest pasta at the market. "He literally gave it to you for that."I nodded.-I know.—But you're not going to do it —he replied.I looked at her and smiled stiffly.—No, unless it is absolutely necessary.She sighed, but didn't press the issue. In her own way, she understood. The need to maintain even a small piece of independence,
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