One Last Bet

ears, the cheers for my "Oracle" predictions ringing h

ed, these same friends would lose everything on my

shy influencer, had called it an hour befor

heir greed a mask over the rage I knew was co

ing the "exhausted niece" card, a gesture that filled me w

a staggering medical bill, claiming he' d lost all our savings on a

ckground, eclipsed by the desperate reality of his

ie bet, only to see King K post the exact same pick minutes lat

s wrist in an old photo, realizing my uncle was not only feeding my analysis to his se

cked: it was a

time, I w

y), and used every dime on one final, impossible gamble: the "unbeatable" NFL team would lose after their star quarterba

gle soul who had called me a fraud, who had plotted my demise,