The people who promise you the most are so often the ones with the least behind the promise, and the ones who guard their words are the ones actually holding something real.

Chapter 20 — Four Hundred Twenty Dollars

At 3:20 Zoe came through the school office door with her tablet under one arm and a folder under the other.

“Did the bank stop it?” “Not yet.” She looked at my face, then down at the folder.

“I have something for you.” She opened it at the office counter: a white notice between two school papers.

I knew the amount before I read it.