"Please, Beryl?"
I looked at my husband, whose face was totally unreadable. I sighed and glanced around for my in-laws, but they were nowhere to be found. They knew we were home, but they didn't come out to greet us. It felt like they were deliberately dodging us because of Ally.
"Why? Don't you have a condo?" I asked. I mean, why would she even need to stay here?
We’re friends, and I don't see her as a threat, but having her live with us is just awkward. She’s my husband’s ex-wife. Even if they never had a real romantic thing, it’s still... weird.
"I owe my father a debt, and he’s haunting me," she said, pouting.
"But why are you hiding here?"
She gave me a little smile. "Because he won't come here. I’m safe."
Because?
"I promise I’ll behave. Come on, Beryl..."
I sighed. "Fine! B
