“Happy Birthday Veronica, From Akash.” Rebecca read the words written on the cover. She opened it, and there were hundred dollar bills inside. “What’s this?” Her heart skipped a beat. A woman receiving money from a man outside the family wasn’t something that could be overlooked.

“My boyfriend,” Veronica lowered her head and rubbed her thumb on her palm. “He sent it to me. He didn’t even have the time to talk to me on the phone. He sent me this shitty envelope through a friend. And that’s not even his handwriting.” She paused. “I don’t get it. What does that mean? Does he not care about me? Does he think as long as he sends some cash, I’ll be his girlfriend?”

Rebecca thought for a little while and asked, “What does he do?”

“I don’t know. I met him at a party, and he said he’s a businessman and gave me his visiting card,” Veronica explained. “Since then, we kept meeting outside often, and he’s a good guy. He never talks about his work, but he does know how to paint, and he gave me one