"If I don't spell it out, they'll keep thinking they're the world's saviors, doing some grand service," Debra said. "I'll give you ten minutes to process everything I just said. If you don't talk after that, your brain's beyond saving. I'll hand you over to this guy here. He won't waste time talking you down like I have. When your flesh gets peeled off, you can see if your savior shows up."
The answer was plain to see. No one was coming. The world was full of suffering people, and saviors never noticed them.
Troy choked up. "About half a year ago, my family went bankrupt. My dad got sick. All the relatives and friends who used to be tight with us ghosted us. I had no choice but to work at a nightclub to make ends meet."
"So, you were overseas back then?"
"Yeah. We weren't some big shots, but we had a decent-sized business. Life was good. My dad put me in one of the top schools. Then one day, he told me we were broke."
His face twisted with bitterness. At the height of his teenage pride, fate sucker-punched him.
Erica chimed in, "Lara's from Orkgate. Your family crashed, and she happened to be there? Doesn't that strike you as fishy?"
"Using your family's money to buy your dad's coffin?" Randy echoed. "Lara played a slick game."
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