Okay, so not ready for the worst. "We're what?"
Quaid crouched, hugging Gabriel to him, still cradling Ethie in one arm. "All the accounts were cleaned out, babe." He looked about ready to cry himself, jaw jumping, voice thick. "The Hayle family fortune is gone."
I spluttered at him. "That's impossible," I said. Our money was old, really old, and vast. I'd lost track of how much we were worth, where it was all diversified and hidden.
"I hit an internet café," Quaid said. "I checked every single account I could think of. Stocks, investments, all of it." He swallowed hard. "Gone."
I didn't care about the money. But that meant I couldn't provide for my family.
"What have you been doing for supplies?" Desperation washed over me, crushed me like the weariness never did. My world was spiral
