20 CAMRYNI pace my apartment, checking the clock yet again. Sterling and Bianca are an hour into their date, and I’m freaking out.
Get it together, Cam.
In an effort to distract myself, I’ve tried reading, watching TV, and baking, and I abandoned all three. A bowl of messed-up brownie batter containing salt instead of sugar was dumped into the trash, and I’m now sitting at my dining table with the latest stack of bills and collection letters that I’ve been avoiding going through.
Leafing through the pile, I try to figure out how I got myself here. I was always so responsible with my money. Having grown up with very little, I knew enough to be careful with what I had.
David the d**k did not. The first time I learned he charged something to my credit card—a set of speakers—we had a majo
