To make matters worse, the toilet is located outside my apartment and I share it with the tenants in the two apartments down from mine.
But for the price—and more importantly, for not having to divulge a single piece of personal information—I’ve been willing to put up with all that.
It took me a little longer to find a job. No one was willing to hire a pregnant girl. Ruby at the diner was the only one who took a chance on me.
Even with my job, though, I’ve been just scraping by, hanging on to the last couple of hundred dollar bills from Artem’s stash.
How much longer can I live like this, I wonder?
“Yes?” I say, looking up at Sara’s big blue eyes.
“I know there’s something you’re not telling me,” she murmurs, much to my surprise. “I know there’s something you’re running from. But I j
