"Noah, stop." I reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the suitcase.
He turned to look at me, his face full of worry. "Vi, you are not safe here. These people are crazy. They are going to keep harassing you. They are going to confuse you and scare the kids. We have to go."
"We can't just leave" I argued, my voice shaking. "l signed a contract. This is a really big deal, Noah. This money could change everything for us."
"You don't need their money," Noah shouted, tossing a shirt onto the floor in his frustration. "I have money, Vi. I have more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime. You know that. I am one of the highest-paid pianists in the world. You and the kids can always count on me. I will buy you a house. I will pay for their college. I will give you anything
