The last route

EMMA.

“Thirty grand,” I whispered out, feeling the weight of the amount on my tongue. “Where am I supposed to find thirty thousand dollars?” I asked out again.

Where in hell was I supposed to find that amount of money? It was just the same as spending the rest of my life in jail.

I pushed the paper away, trying to avoid it.

“What do we do?” I asked, wiping my face.

Technically speaking, I was supposed to be excited that I wouldn't be spending the rest of my life here, but then, the cost was just excessive. How was I supposed to pay all that?

No one would even be able to lend me such an amount.

“Emma, we know the amount demanded is high-”

“It's not just high!” I bursted out, “it's ridiculous! Horrible even! Thirty thousand dollars. If I had thirty grand, would I be here?”

I turned to find Laura's brows knitted, but John still typed away endlessly.

“What are we to do?” I asked, again.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I knew I wouldn't be able to pay for the bail, and wishing