**Cat POV
“What's going on? Tell me everything! I keep getting calls from Aaron and your mom. They sound pretty worried," Barbs said.
I groaned and tilted my head back, throwing my free arm over my eyes.
“Did Aaron tell you anything?" I asked.
“Just that he's been trying to get in touch with you and wanted to know if I'd heard from you. He's really worried. You should call him," she urged.
“No!" I sat straight up again and stared across my temporary living room. There was a small television mounted on the wall.
“Cat, what is going on?" Barbs asked.
Sighing heavily, I told Barbs what happened with Aaron when I showed up at the house.
She listened, offering the right scoffs and annoyed sounds as I told her about my run-in with Fiona at work and how gracefully I'd handled it all
