(Jade)
I sat against the headboard while staring down at my phone after Brad left the room earlier.
The entire conversation kept repeating in my head again. Gerald was nervous, the judge was siding with Harmon, and now Brad was acting like moving me somewhere else counted as a solution instead of another problem.
My phone lit up against the blanket beside me.
Tasha.
I answered immediately.
“You better have something useful to say,” I muttered.
“That bad over there?”
“Yes.”
I rubbed one hand across my forehead before leaning back slightly against the headboard.
“Brad found an apartment,” I said.
“And?”
“One bedroom.”
Tasha stayed quiet for a second.
“Oh.”
“Exactly.”
“That man has money.”
“I know he has money,” I snapped. “That’s why this feels insulting.”
The silence stret
