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They were something else.

Something like hope.

“Thank you, Ms. Patricia.”

“Of course. Hold on, I’ll transfer you now.”

The line clicked, and I was put on hold.

I pulled up the photo of Amai’s card again and stared at it.

He’d given me this card to take care of myself.

Well, this was me taking care of myself.

This was me investing in my future.

This was me making sure I could provide for my children.

Fuck him. This was early child support as far as I was concerned.

The hold music cut off, and a new voice came on the line.

“Bursar’s office, this is Daniel. How can I help you?”

“Hi, I need to pay off an outstanding balance so I can re-enroll. My name is Truth Renois.”

“Let me look that up for you.” More typing. “Okay, I see it here.”

He confirmed the amount, and it matched what I was told by Patricia.

“How would you like to pay today?”

“Credit card.”

“Great. I’ll need the card number, expiration date, and security code.”

I read off the numbers from the photo, my voice steady, my hands calm.

This was the right thing to do.

This was me taking control.

This was me choosing myself.

“All set,” Daniel said. “Your balance is cleared. You should be able to register for classes within the next hour.”

“Thank you.”

I hung up and sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone.

I’d done it.

I’d taken the first steps toward reclaiming my life.

I had a new doctor who would put me first.

I had a lawyer who would protect my rights.