This Jay cut her a cheque.
He cut her a check after finding out that she had raised their child by herself. After he had shown her just how immature he was after cheating on her. She was a child herself when she left but she owned up to everything.
Her Jay wouldn’t have cut her a cheque.
He would have sworn to heaven, drank to death, he would have done everything in the whole world to run away from her before collapsing by her side. Elisa’s hands were still shaking as she got into the taxi on the way to her aunt’s and uncle’s house. After a while, a jetlagged Eric had fallen asleep in her lap. He told her how upset he was that Mr. Parker yelled at her and she felt herself tearing up again.
The air in Chicago was cold as it cut through the window. She rolled up the glass.
What she couldn't understand was how Her Jay and This Jay were the same person. She was mad at him, so furious, she was sorry and she knew that she was going to miss him.
But she supposed, as she gently woke up Eric and paid the taxi man, people you loved didn’t yell at you and try to send you away with cheques.