His laugh was brittle. “Things haven’t exactly gone as planned. The firm let me go a few months back. They said I wasn’t performing — can you believe that?” He shook his head, almost amused. “And Liora… she left. Took some of my money too. Guess she wasn’t in it for the long haul.” Clara watched him quietly, her expression unreadable.
He went on, still smiling like he was trying to make the story sound less pathetic. “Anyway, I was just wondering — how did you manage all this? The treatments, the rent, everything?” She tilted her head slightly. “You mean how did I survive after you left me to die?” The smile froze on his lips. “That’s not fair—”