Mia crouched down, tilting her head to peek inside with a sugary smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I see. Still lingering around to steal something?"
I pushed myself out from under the table, my hands still trembling. I pressed the record board tight against my chest, hiding the exposed line of my collarbone.
Mia straightened up and gave me a slow once-over. "I heard your mom's in the ICU? That must burn through cash every month. And you? That outfit, thrift store? Five bucks?"
I tightened my grip on the board. "Move."
"I can help you," she leaned in, her perfume almost suffocating. "Do me one favor, and I'll cover three months of her hospital bills. Right now. No delay."
I stopped. She reached into her Chanel handbag and pulled out a small clear spray bottle. The liquid inside was c
