72Becca nibbled at the sandwich, a bacon, lettuce, and tomato on toasted whole-wheat with mayonnaise. She sipped from a bottle of beer. Walt stood by the door with his arms folded across his chest.
Gaby perched in a chair. “We think it would be best, and it would only be until he's gone.”
“So, you want me to hide?” Becca's shoulders slumped.
“We have no legal recourse. We can't force him to leave. He's done nothing wrong.”
Becca's eyes flashed.
“He's done nothing wrong here,” Gaby corrected herself. “If he harmed you, we'd have the law on our side.”
“We'd have him arrested for assault. End of problem.” Walt held up his hands.
Becca took another bite of her sandwich. Arrested. That would mean talking to the police. Admitting what he'd done to her. That wasn't how it worked. Her mothe
