Those eyes are suddenly full of fire, like she hates me for pointing out what she’s clearly been up to. “None of your business.”
I chuckle. “And here I thought you might have some survival instincts.”
She returns to the corpse, swallowing a sob. “It’s my ma. She’s dying. Cancer. I needed?—”
“A decent healthcare system, which isn’t going to happen this century here,” I summarize. “It’s courageous of you to do this for her. But foolish. You wouldn’t make enough to pay for cancer treatment on your back.”
