Chapter 4

Jerome knew I was reliable when it came to betting.

We grew up together as childhood sweethearts. He was just a few months older than me.

When I was five, Jerome and I made our very first bet. The prize was the lollipop in my hand. I fought back tears as I handed it to him. After all, a bet was a bet.

When I was six, I challenged Jerome to a bet. The prize was the toy gun his dad had brought back for him from a business trip. I could still remember him reluctantly handing over his prized…