It took me a while to find Patricia Allen’s phone.
It had been flung across the room during the argument, hitting the floor and sliding under one of the sofas.
When I finally pulled it out, the screen was cracked beyond repair. I pressed the power button anyway, but nothing happened.
I sighed and dropped it back onto the sofa, folding my arms as I tried to assess my situation.
Three children.
I had three children now.
I’d never taken care of kids before. I’d been too focused on my company to even think about starting a family. And yet, here I was living in someone else’s rundown apartment, suddenly responsible for three small lives.
The place was a disaster.
When I opened the kitchen cupboards, a rat darted out, making me jump. Everything inside was either empty or filthy. It didn
