CHAPTER 30
COCO WAS WOKEN by screaming, and for once, it wasn’t her own.
Her eyes flew open, and glass smashed when the precious photo of her old self slid off the bed and fell to the floor. But that wasn’t the worst part.
Rochelle had come home.
She was pressed into the corner by the door, and when Coco sat up, Rochelle’s hands flew in front of her face, defensive.
“K-k-keep away from me.”
Oh, s**t, s**t, s**t.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I can’t even manage to apologise without messing it up.”
Rochelle squeaked in fear as Coco reached for her bag, and when she pulled out the money, she lost her grip and five thousand euros flew into the air, floating down like confetti as Rochelle began hyperventilating.
“Dammit! I only meant to bring this and then leave. And say I was sorry. Twice. N
