BANKRUPTCY

ELLIANA'S POV

"That sounds lovely," I responded, trying to keep my mind focused on the conversation. "It's nice to get some fresh air after being cooped up all day."

As we walked, Chris chattered easily about his day, his job, and his plans for the weekend. I found myself relaxing more and more, enjoying the gentle rhythm of our conversation.

We strolled along the lake, Chris gestured toward a small shop on the corner. "Hey, my friend owns this place," he said, his tone excited. "Want to stop by and check it out? They have the best snacks in town."

I glanced at the shop, feeling a slight hesitation. But Chris seemed so genuine, so friendly, that I couldn't bring myself to refuse. "Sure, why not?" I said, smiling.

Chris grinned. "You won't regret it," he promised. "You can thank me later."

We stepped into the shop, the bell above the door jingling as we entered. The place was small and cramped, with shelves lined with chips, candy, and various other snacks.

But as I looked around, I co