“That’s… so much,” she whispered, glancing back up at me.
The stunned look on her face took me by surprise. She didn’t know how much money I had given her father? All this time, I assumed she knew at least the general amount. I wondered for a moment if she was pretending not to know for some reason, but why?
Either way, I didn’t feel like thinking too much about it. I was exhausted and my leg was throbbing and the scent of dried blood was nauseating me. It was just a number.
I shrugged. “That’s the correct amount,” I said simply.
There was a long silence. “Well, I’ll pay you back after the divorce,” she finally said, handing the receipt back to me. “If I’m still alive, that is.”
With that, Ella turned on her heel and left. I stared after her, confused on numerous levels
