NINETY-THREE

ONE WEEK LATER.

Gemma stood by the kitchen counter, staring at the window, and her mind wandered off to her unsettled debts. It was airy going to visit Marbella and her new sibling, but she couldn't hide the fact that Juan could show up anytime to harass her. She continued to stir the coffee placed on the table as her heartbeat fastened. She sighed over and over, wondering where she could get ten million dollars from. Isaac on the other hand, left early and came home late. She hadn't even gotten the time to yell at him, and tell him what he was doing was wrong.

Maybe she could take some cash from their savings account? She thought. Gemma sighed heavily, Isaac would surely question her for taking out a huge sum of money.

She could report to the police? What could they do anyway? She had three weeks to give Juan ten million dollars.

Suddenly a hand wraps her waist, and Isaac lays his head on her shoulders.

"Good morning" he said, Gemma fell silent, and continued with her coffee.