“Are you f*****g serious?” Britney gasped, gaping at the screen of Riley’s phone.
Riley laughed.
It wasn’t surprising that Britney’s face had lit up like the sun at the mention of money. Everyone was excited about the money.
But Riley felt nothing. Maybe it was the shock. Or maybe she was still trying to convince herself it was real. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad, excited or scared. But she was certain of one thing:
With all this money, she could turn her life around. Maybe she could go back to college. Maybe she could find a new home. One that she wouldn’t have to share. Perhaps she could do some course or something to figure out how to get her life back on track.
Now that she had the money, there were so many possibilities.
“What are you gonna do?” Britney asked, scooting
