Chapter Nine
Adalia held the credit card bill in the light, so she could read it properly. Her heart sank, but she couldn’t look away from the figures at the bottom of the page. Her dad was in debt and there was nothing she could do about it but find another place to live.
“Dad?” she called out, softly in case he was actually asleep. “Dad, are you up?” It wasn’t that late, but he’d been ill lately.
“I’m in the living room,” he grunted and she made her way through and sat down opposite him. He was laid up on the sofa, covered in a blanket. He’d sniffled less at breakfast, which was surely a good sign he’d be back on his feet soon. Not that he hadn’t paid his dues already, but a business didn’t run itself, certainly not one of the plumbing variety.
“Can I talk to you for a sec?”
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