MAVERICK

“What’s this for?” I hesitantly took the cards and a piece of paper wrapped around it.

“My credit card. If you want to buy groceries or coffee or go shopping.”

“I have money, Lake. And I don’t do shopping sprees.” I gave it back to him, but I only got a stare. “Fine. I’ll keep it before you put holes in my head. What about this one?” I flipped a debit card.

“It has fifty thousand in it, and I will send ten thousand monthly.” The way he said it was as if we were not talking about money worth thousands of dollars.

“I thought I gave the details...