My brother Derek called me sobbing, saying Amanda needed an emergency heart surgery and they needed $40,000 that day. I emptied my wedding fund without thinking. Two weeks later, I got sent to the richest neighborhood in town for work—and I saw something that made my stomach drop.
My name’s Jason.
I’m 31. I install and deliver stone counters for a living, so I spend a lot of time in rich neighborhoods where people act like I’m part of the furniture.
My younger brother is Derek.
Derek has always had “a situation.” Rent short. Car trouble.
“Opportunity” that needs cash today. I’ve helped before. Too many times.
But this time?
He called sobbing so hard I thought someone had died.
“Jason,” he choked out. “It’s Amanda. Please.”
His wife.
Amanda.
I sat up in bed. “What happened?”
“She collapsed,” he said. “They’re saying her heart.
It’s rare. They’re saying she needs surgery now.”
I felt my stomach do a flip. “Where are you?”
“The hospital,” he said.
“They won’t do it until we pay. We don’t have coverage for this. Jason, she could die.”
I ran my hand over my face.
“How much?”
He paused, like even saying it hurt.
“Forty thousand.”
I stopped breathing for a second.
Because I knew that number.
That was my wedding fund.
Two years of saving. Every extra shift. Every bonus.
Every “no” to vacations. All of it.
I had a fiancée. Leah.
We were supposed to get married soon.
I swallowed. “Let me talk to a doctor. Or billing.”
“They’re busy,” he said fast.
Too fast. “They said time matters. Please, Jason.”
“Put Amanda on,” I said.
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