With shaking hands, Emma sat at the roulette table and placed five ten-dollar chips on red 25. The color and number mirrored her rage and age. With her mother’s funeral over and Emma’s bank account empty (her lying deadbeat brother Roy had drained it and skipped town), she’d be homeless by the end of the week. Emma glanced at the man sitting beside her and clenched her jaw; his greasy hair and smarmy smile reminded her of Roy. Emma closed her eyes, and the dealer spun the ball. Would she lose everything or live long enough to seek her vengeance?
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