Ivory
I washed Erin and then showered before we joined Brian in the living room to eat the takeout he bought.
He had microwaved the food, so it was hot, and honestly, I was hungry. In prison, we just ate to survive; I planned to enjoy good food now that I was out.
"Do you have a plan now?" Brian asked me, seeming interested in my adventure, and I looked at him, wondering if it was his business.
"Not really," I lied because I had an idea where to start, but I wouldn't open up to anyone until I was sure I could trust them. Brian laughed.
"How about you come and stay at my house in Barrington? Spend some time there, freshen up, and then decide how to go about all this. If you remain in this place, you won't be able to think straight," he said, and I furrowed my brow, wondering why he wa
