Sera drew a line down the middle of a clean page.
On one side she wrote JOB. On the other, INHERITANCE.
“Those aren’t really separate,” Eli said.
“I know. That’s the problem.” She slid the page toward him. “When they pull in different directions, I want to see where.”
Tessa carried the stool back to the sewing room while he considered the blank columns. Mrs. Ortega had a customer beside the front window, and the familiar whir of the machine resumed as soon as Tessa closed the door. Eli could hear the needle working through thick cloth, pausing when the customer spoke, then starting again.
He wrote RESCUE under the first heading.
Under the second, he wrote OFFER.
Sera added FAMILY beneath both.
