Paid to Be His Past

Summary

Back at Greenhill House, when the three of us were just scrawny girls sharing a fire escape on humid July nights, we made a pact. We swore on the city skyline that we would get rich.

"Only the rich have the luxury of saving anyone," Rachel had said, nursing scraped knees. "Mrs. Gable gave her entire life to this shelter. We can't let thirty kids end up in the county system when she's gone."

Rachel was the oldest, but she fell first—conned by a smooth-talking contractor who took every dime of her nursing school loans before skipping town.