And I’d come close enough to wondering if I’d be spending the next few years in jail, I had no interest in spending my near future in a cold, dirty cell.
That fear had been enough to mend my ways.
I considered giving up my apartment for however long I was to be residing in Porter’s apartment.
It would save me nearly $1000 a month which would go a long way toward savings. But the idea of not having it there when crap hit the fan with Porter was a bad idea.
It occurred to me I was already back to calling him ‘Porter’ in my head. The familiarity of calling him ‘Kane’ felt a bit dangerous.
Everything about him feels dangerous now.
I sighed. Rounding mom’s door, I knocked lightly even though it was propped open and headed in. Coming to a dead stop there.
What?
“Hello Daughter.” M
