Logan stared at the leaking ceiling with a heavy heart.
He hugged his thin coat closer and tried not to think about the empty cupboards.
'How will this ever get better?' he wondered. 'I can barely keep us alive.'
He was the only one left in his family.
That thought sat like a stone in his chest.
Some days, he wanted to give up.
'If Gina wasn't here,' he thought, 'I would have stopped trying a long time ago.'
His fiancée, Gina, was the reason he kept getting up every morning.
She was sick now, and the sickness was the kind that made Logan afraid of the future. What if he committed suicide and his Gina was left to die all alone?
The healers who could help were only level 2, and they could only cure part of it.
But if the healing light stayed in Gina's body for a long time, maybe she could get better.
The problem was the cost.
'One hundred kilos of rice,' he said, the number like it was a joke that hurt.
