The numbers climb higher than the money you sent from Chicago. Much higher. Materials, medical beds, security doors, solar panels, water tanks, medicine, legal fees. The final two years look like somebody poured money into the refuge from a source you never knew existed.
You lift your eyes to Santiago.
“Where did the difference come from?” you ask again. “And why are you sleeping in the pigsty?”
Santiago looks away.
That is when you understand the answer is worse than theft.
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