“And I need someone beside me who doesn’t belong to their world.

Someone they can’t buy, or threaten, or predict.” Emeka looked down at the contract on the glass table, at the number printed on it, and thought about everything that number could mean for a ten-year-old girl. Chapter 9 — One Condition

He thought about a house in a safe neighborhood.

A college fund that would guarantee Winnie’s future.

His shop, upgraded.

An end to counting every dollar at the end of every month.