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was sexually assaulted. He'd come close to me when I'd asked him to hold me the one time I needed him to. He'd backed off when I told him that I wasn't ready to be with him in that way, even giving me my own room to make sure he wouldn't be any kind of pressure. Sure, he'd been more irritable, but that was to be expected after all of the issues he'd had working on the mathematical proof. I was still thinking about his embrace, about how nice it had been to sleep with him, when my Nagyi's voice came into my ear again.
    "Sorry, Nagyi," I said. "What was that?"
    "You can stop sending me money for the medicine."
    "Oh? Did the doctors say you don't need it anymore?"
    "Ah, no," Nagyi said. "They didn't. I...I actually haven't been able to get my medicine this week."
    "What ? Why not? You got the money I sent, right?" I had sent the wire transfer last week with the money I'd gotten back from returning some of the clothes Marta had given me.
    "Yes, yes, thank you so much. No, it's the insurance company. They're refusing to pay for their percentage. They say it's not a necessary expense."
    "Didn't your doctor say it would help prevent strokes? You have a prescription!"
    "They're absolutely refusing. The medicine would cost six times as much without insurance," she said. "I've talked with everyone—the hospital, the doctors, a thousand different people from the insurance company—and they keep telling me it will be weeks, maybe months, before I could appeal the decision."
    I was shocked. I knew that Nagyi's doctor bills were expensive, but there was no way I could give her thousands of dollars without Eliot noticing. I would have to ask him.
    "Brynn?"
    "Can you get at least some of the medicine? To last you a few days?"
    "I don't want you to worry. I think I'll be fine," Nagyi said, her voice crackling over the line. "The doctors said that it would only lower the risk of my having a stroke. And I feel very healthy!"
    "I can get you the money," I said. "I'll wire it as soon as possible."
    "I couldn't ask that of you," Nagyi said. "Even that you've done so much—I can't thank you enough. But no, this would be impossible."
    "It's not," I said frantically. "Not impossible at all. Eliot has the money. I can ask him—"
    "I don't want to be a burden," Nagyi said firmly. "That's entirely too much money."
    "Please," I said. "Just until you get the insurance settled with."
    There was a pause on the line, and I thought I had lost the connection. But then her voice came back on the line, a bit shaky.
    "Alright," she said. "But please, if you can't send the money, don't worry. I can get a loan. I can ask someone else..."
    "Like who?" I asked, before thinking. "I mean—"
    "No, you have the right to know," she said. "It was your father. Is. He's sending me money to cover some of the bills."
    "You don't need to accept money from him," I said, bristling. "I can cover it."
    "Thank you, Brynn, but he likes to give a little something to help. And I'm thankful to see him so often. It reminds me of your mother, back when they were a young couple."
    "I can't imagine that," I whispered.
    "What's that?" she asked. "I can't hear you."
    "I'll send it," I said. "I'll send the money. Just let me know how much."
    "Thank you, Brynn," Nagyi said. "Thank you so very much."
    "I love you, Nagyi," I said. "I miss you."
    "I miss you too," she said. "I am so glad you're off having an adventure, though. That's an opportunity for good luck if I ever saw it."
    "Or for bad luck," I said, laughing. It was just like her to stride forward onto an optimistic road, and just like me to retreat from it.
    "If you do it for love, it'll always be good. Remember that, Brynn. If you're ever in doubt, take a chance on love."
    "Okay," I said, not quite sure what she meant.
    "I love you."
    "Love you too," I repeated. "Bye."
    The entire ride home I spent in worry. Eliot's confession. My Nagyi's medicine. But the picture that kept reappearing in my brain was the photograph of me in a