Silvia
"I need a straight answer, not some weird joke," I said, arms crossed over my chest. My pregnancy hormones were making me extra snippy today. "What kind of fourteen-year-old lives alone in a condo and needs roommates? That doesn't make any sense."
Henrry put his fork down carefully, his intense eyes meeting mine with unexpected sincerity.
"I should explain myself properly, Silvia," he said, his voice steady but with a hint of worry that caught my attention. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "I work assault and domestic violence cases, which means I'm constantly traveling across the country. I'm lucky if I spend three consecutive nights in my own bed."
He sighed, a brief shadow crossing his face. "My younger brother Jason is all the family I have lef
