She laughed.
That was what finally got me.
“What’s his problem?”
***
Two weeks earlier, Kayla had arrived at our door with two suitcases, $287 in her checking account, and mascara dried beneath both eyes.
Her boyfriend of six years had told her to leave their apartment.
I hadn’t asked whether she could afford a hotel.
Kayla had arrived at our door.
I hadn’t told her to call friends first.I’d taken one suitcase while Andrew took the other.
“Stay here until you get back on your feet,” I’d told her.