Five ten-dollar bills.
Her father stared at them.
“What is this?”
“The debt.”
He looked at her.
“What debt?”
“The one you said I was worth.”
His face crumpled.
Rosalie walked toward the door.
“Keep it.”
“Rosalie.”
She stopped.
Her father whispered:
“I’m sorry.”
She closed her eyes.
For years, she had imagined this moment.
She had imagined shouting.
Crying.
Demanding answers.
But when it finally came, she felt almost nothing.
She turned around.
“I know.”
Then she left.
PART 7 — THE EIGHTH NIGHT
A year after the wedding, Rosalie sat beside Gideon on the porch.
The ranch had changed.
New
