Arya's POV

Three 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.

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