The Price Of Petty
Language: en
“Forty thousand dollars. I’m never getting it back.” I stared at the screen of my phone, my cousin’s social media feed searing my eyes. A photo of a new house key, tied with a cheap, festive bow. The caption: Finally have a place of our own. The phone rang. It was him. “Riley, forty grand is nothing to you, but I was that short on the down payment. Can’t you just wait a little longer?” I let out a short, hollow laugh. Two years ago, he was on his knees, crying, calling it life-saving money, promising to repay it in three months. Two years. Not a penny seen. “Jake.” I opened my…