Chapter 4
I moved into a rundown apartment near my office. No elevator. Three flights of stairs with my leg, torture.
But I was broke.
Jason froze my bank accounts. His usual move. Every time I disobeyed or upset Rose, he cut me off financially until I caved. In school, he’d make me eat plain steamed buns for a year just because Rose said
something.
Now, every safety net I had in this city was his. Reclaimable anytime.
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Jason’s texts.
[Done with your little tantrum?]
[Cards are frozen. Let’s see how long you make it out there.]
[Come home. Apologize to Rose. We’ll move on.]
[Lucas is pissed, but he’s still willing to take you back. Don’t screw this up.]
[Think about it. Without the Reeds, what do you even have left?]
I blocked him.
Peace.
I was a creative director at an ad agency. Good salary, but I’d drained my savings bailing out Jason’s overseas investments. Surgery and rehab wiped out the rest.
I had less than three thousand dollars left.
Leg still healing, but I had to work.
The agency was pitching a huge project. The client was Peterson Group, notoriously difficult. If I landed it, the bonus would cover a down payment on a tiny apartment.
I wanted a home. One where I controlled the locks.
Chapter 4
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