Davina's POV
I tugged at my bag strap while entering the bank's imposing main hall.
The envelope felt heavy in my grip, its contents weighing on my conscience.
Taking that money felt wrong.
Yet I'd desperately needed it.
Now I stood here, determined to act responsibly—deposit it, save it, treat it as another step closer to leaving Meridian behind.
The sluggish line gave me far too much time to overthink. That scene kept replaying—Irvin's expression when I'd finally surrendered, that victorious smirk spreading across his face like he'd known all along I'd cave. Like my weakness was predictable.
My gut churned.
Push it away.
Finally reaching the counter, I slid the envelope through the narrow slot. The teller barely acknowledged me, mechanically counting bills and processing the deposit.
"Interested in opening a savings account?"
she droned.
I wavered, then agreed. "Sure."
