“He isn’t an option,” Grant grits out. Rage practically bubbles off of him. “He left after Tiana was born. Even before that, he was in and out. My mom is more dependable than him. At least she’s here.”
He glances towards the back of the house.
Fuck. I really should have stayed outside with the bike. I feel nauseous and light-headed. Caught between a past I hated and a present I should walk away from before it gets worse.
“How long does she stay in there?” I ask.
It seems like Grant might not answer. Then he crosses his arms over his chest. “Days at a time. A week, maybe.”
“Who takes care of the baby?”
“Me and Olivia split it up when she’s not in school.”
He wrinkles his nose in distaste. “I don’t need any of that crap. What I need is a job. But I’m too young. I pick up money doing m
