Scarlett POV
No job meant no sitting around watching the numbers in my account shrink.
The month overseas had already taken a solid bite out of my savings.
I needed work, and I needed my own walls again.
With the Ashfords gone, the biggest external threat was off the board. Time to stop living on Delaney’s couch and goodwill.
She hated the idea.
Standing in the doorway of the half-packed boxes with her arms crossed, jaw tight.
“Ashford's just gone down, and you’re already moving out alone? That’s asking for trouble, Scarlett.”
“I’ll be fine.”
I squeezed her shoulder and tried to sound surer than I felt.
Living off someone else’s kindness forever wasn’t an option, not for me.
She couldn’t talk me out of it, so she helped me haul the boxes instead.
Once the new place looked ha
