Zoe had no interest in hearing her excuses. Taking two thousand dollars out of her wallet, she flung them at Eira’s feet.

She knew the young lady needed money and that, ironically, honor was the most important thing for her. Sneering, she said, “How’s that for compassion? Pick it up if you want them.”

Eira’s face turned paler.

She had no other choice. So, she crouched and picked up the notes one by one. She needed it to make it through winter. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even have enough to pay