Teddy wishes he had an idea of what to do, but he could admit to himself that he's at a loss.
And Vic is going to be home any minute now.
It doesn't seem to matter anyway; there's no way to fix this in five minutes or less.
The door swings open and she calls his name and he calls a greeting weakly back. She's at his side in the next moment, throwing her coat over the back of the kitchen chair and curling into him. He wraps his arm around her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, unable to bring himself to look at her. "I wish-"
"You know what they say about those, Teddy," she murmurs, reaching for the paper on the table. She tugs the letter open calmly, unfolding the note. "Fifteen thousand," she whispers.
"I'm sorry," he repeats. He's never felt so helpless in his life.
She shakes her head and drops the paper, tugging him away. He follows her into the living room, where she guides him to the couch in front of the fire. "We can get through this," she says, snuggling close. "We always have."
"Fifteen thousand pounds," Teddy breathes. "How do you propose we pay that off?"
"We'll figure it out."
He could scream.
"In the meantime…
"I'll have you, won't I, Teddy?"
"Of course," he says, barely a breath. He holds her close. "Of course."