Nora backed away and pointed at me. "I'm reporting you to the hospital."
She walked away before I could answer.
"Now I can see what you got out of it."
I stayed beside the car with the box open.
If the hospital believed I'd married a patient for her money, I could lose my job.
I wanted to run after Nora.
I also wanted to read that number again.
I put the lid back on before I did either.
I could lose my job.
***
That night, I entered the amount into my loan calculator.
The balance vanished.
I sat looking at the zero, imagining taking my parents out to dinner without checking what I'd have left afterward.
Then I closed the laptop. I needed to refuse while I could still make myself do it.
The balance vanished.
The next morning, I called the lawyer and said I wanted to refuse the inheritance.