The Hundred Thousand Dollar Price of Freedom
Language: en
“Dad, my paycheck hit the account this month. Check it.” I said, unknotting my tie. My cousin, Spencer Vance, was sitting on the sofa. When he saw me, a flicker of discomfort crossed his face. He instantly replaced it with an overly enthusiastic grin. “Andre! You’re home late from work, man. That’s rough.” I ignored him, my eyes landing on the coffee table. There was a thin, folded document lying next to a remote control—a printout of my savings account statement. “Dad, is that my savings account statement?” I walked toward it. Robert, my father, fumbled, trying to sweep it away, but he…