The following afternoon, Indy set her focus on finding a new place to live. She felt like such a sponge living in Griffin’s house and contributing nothing. She had enough money for a down payment on a house, and as tempting as that was, she knew she couldn’t get a loan without a job. Plus, she’d need the money for hospital bills and baby stuff. The weight of everything pulled at her. Afternoon passed into evening, and she heard the front door open and then slam.
Griffin came into the living room looking pissed off. She never knew how to handle angry Griffin. He looked like he needed a good fight, but he continuously backed away from any confrontation with her. He wasn’t himself.
“Bad day?”
“Yes.”
“Want to talk about it?” She straightened in her seat on the couch.
He sat next to her an
