Chapter 9B
They left Hazel by the entrance shack of the tree farm and her mother squeezed her arm softly before kissing her temple. “It will be okay. I’ll keep looking for flights. I’ll pay for it myself if I can get her the hell out of here.”
“I can’t believe she showed up here.” Her father grunted angrily.
Grier shot a look over her shoulder at the woman shooting pleading glances her way. She held up her middle finger while her father laughed, and her mother grabbed her hand and tucked it to her side.
“Me either. She got fired yesterday. She should be worried about counting her pennies not blowing through them. The inheritance from her parent’s life insurance policies went on her Botox, boobs, and ass. She has no savings at all. She lives paycheck to paycheck. I was happy to treat he
