The Debt of Deception

r that screamed urgency. "PAYMENT OVERDUE," it said in bol

ried beef stroganoff, the water bricks stacked to the ceiling, the solar generator sti

ennifer Chav

mpagne in her hand. Her perfect life, built on lies and privilege, was a constant, bitter presence i

s, her casual cruelty in spreading that rumor and then just

t was a physical weight, pressing down on m

lentless buzz from my phone.

Declare bankruptcy? Live on the streets?

chest. My world had shrunk to the four walls of