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She had no choice but to get out

Legs shaking, hands trehter to her side and looked between the man and the jet

“I changed o home”

“Mr Morgan will not like that,” the man replied “We’ve already discussed the repercussions of displeasing Mr Morgan”

He took her by the arm and directed her to the jet “You need to leave now in order to arrive at the correct time”

Sabela wrenched her arm away and took her first hesitant step onto the jet’s stairs It wasn’t because she wanted to, but rather she’d prefer the e

He stood on the tar her with a steady, unreadable expression

“Aren’t you co?” she asked

When he didn’t reply, Sabela set her lips and tried again “Hello? Are you co?”

“Please board the jet, Ms Vaughn”

“Where a?”

The an I can tell you nothing o”

Traveling on a private jet should have been an exciting experience, but all Sabela could think of hat this Mr Morgan wanted to do with her, and why he was being so , she climbed the last few steps and entered the jet

It was time to face her destiny

The stewardess greeted her kindly and seated her in one of the luxurious seats The jet was set up with secured couches instead of the tight seats with armrests Sabela saw in the e screen television bigger than she’d ever seen before

Sabela sank into the couch and located the seat belt hidden in its cushions The whole thing was anchored into the floor of the plane, and wouldn’t budge during takeoff or turbulence

What would her mother think? Would she be proud, or ashamed? Ashamed, of course Sabela felt the same She tried not to think about it

Maybe she was ht He’d run away froht to the botto debt by believing an anonymous benefactor had taken pity on her She’d failed to take proper care

And what about Trevor?

Sabela frowned All her brother cared about these days hether she hadonline, or if his sports tea relative to depression and self-hatred, and she had no idea how to cure him

All of this doubt because ofit was

Sabela re point like it was yesterday She had been working at the diner that day, trying to et the rent paid The reat, but it put food on the table and kept a roof over their heads

At least it did until Trevor’s , and eventually ca on their door

Sabela had long since sold their parents’ house to try to pay off Trevor’s hospital bills after the accident, but the house had been ed to the hilt and hardly put a dent in Trevor’s debt

The rent for the tiny apartment they’d moved into hadn’t been paid for s

Desperate times called for desperatea lottery ticket to the largest lottery jackpot in the country’s history was her last ditch effort If she won, she’d be debt free forever and Trevor would get the best care in the country and be back on his feet again

There was a feeling in her gut that told her it was the right thing to do The draould be held four years to the day after Pinkie’s thirtieth anniversary, a date that would forever be burned into Sabela’s memory — the day of her brother’s terrible car accident

For four long years she’d been fighting a losing battle It was past ti was held, Sabela was certain her moment had arrived

Gathered around the tiny television suspended fro at Pinkie’s, she’d watched with the other waitresses and a few custo numbers scrolled across the screen

The first hter, unable to hold back her grin

Then the secondhadn’t led her astray Everything would be okay Better than okay

And then the third number wasn’t a match Her hope collapsed None of the other numbers matched either All of her pretty dreams vanished