Jeanie
Oh my God, Ella Jean, what are you doing?
I locked the truck and led Gabe up the steps to my tiny apartment, but I could already feel the manic rage building in my body. I pushed open the door and stood aside on the small landing so that he could enter.
I tried to see it through his eyes. Everything was small, all of the furniture was used, and nothing matched. I didn’t even have a TV. My bathroom was so small that my knees bumped the shower stall when I sat on the toilet, and I could wash my hands without leaving the throne.
This guy might be living in a half-way house now, but he was a Segretto. He was born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth. My little apartment must look like a dumpster fire compared to what he was used to.
Maybe that’s why I brought him home.
