you deserved to see it.”
I unfolded the document.
It was a statement showing the amount Eliam had transferred to her.
Twenty thousand dollars.
Beneath the transaction details, Vanessa had written a short note explaining that the money was a loan and that she intended to repay it.
I looked up.
“Did Eliam ask you to write this?”
“No. I wrote it myself.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to think he gave me money for anything other than helping me.”
I stared at the paper.
There it was again:
