My eyes land on the hospital bill in my hand, and I slowly lick my lips. "Oh, fuck." I whisper, and slowly reach a shaking hand out to steady myself. $78,000 dollars? I didn't have a quarter of that. "Are you okay, Jasmine?" a tiny voice peeps from behind me, and I turn around to see my little sister clutching her teddy bear in the door way. "Y-yeah. I'm fine." I say brightly, and I wince. Even I could hear the despair in my voice. Lacey falls for it, and smiles at me, giving me a hug. "Okay, Jaz. Love you." "Love you...love you too." I clear my throat halfway through, the hospital bill still crumbled in my hands. +++++++++ I was drowning, in bills, tears, and plastic bags. He was swimming in money, laughter, and love. I didn't deserve him. He knew that. Everyone did. Which is why December was cold, and Christmas was lonely. ++++++++ book three in the 'Months' series.