chapter eleven
TREY
I rush out of Charlie’s office, feeling like scum because I recognize that slightly confused look in her eyes.
My actions are fueling her distrust. I feel like crap but I’m already late for the viewing with the realtor.
I need to get out of my parent’s house. It’s a necessity right up there with water, food and clothing.
I’ve been privy to many of my folk’s weird ‘spiritual experiences’ growing up.
I have no problem if they want to clean out their … whatever. I just don’t want to be there while they’re doing it.
“Thanks for lunch!” I call to Charlie before catapulting myself from the room, darting through the garage like it’s on fire and diving into my car.
The realtor is my excuse for leaving, but if I’m honest with myself, the real reason I’m running like demo
