C H A P T E R - F O U R T E E N
While I walked in humiliation up to my house, Fang lazed by the curb. Really, it wasn't a walk of shame, but no one would know that if they saw me in broad daylight wearing a tiny black dress and stunning heels.
Fortunately, I discovered that Fang wasn't a gifted communicator. This was both advantageous and disadvantageous since it allowed me to retreat to my head and remain there the entire distance to Falcone's lair. This was both good and terrible for me because I needed to be in my brain to sort my junk out, but I didn't want to be there and I didn't know how to do it.
As soon as I opened the door, I discovered Melinda, Micah, Antonette, and Mrs. Bartolome all seated on my furniture and sipping coffee on the left side of my living room. The dust mist
