and rent bills all came due. I can give you 30 for your bus fare and 20 for phone credit.”
Martín let out a bitter laugh.
“50 pesos? Seriously? I work my back off all week, and you give me money like I’m a high school kid.”
She gripped the pen tightly between her fingers.
“That’s not it.”
“Of course it is. You decide everything. You keep my card. You pay. You split the money. And I’m left looking like a fool, unable to even buy myself a decent pair
