Sitting, I consider it, and Jasper walks back through. He sits and looks at me, and I can see there’s another argument coming.
“Right, baby girl, your place won’t do.” I knew it, I sigh and stand, his hand reaching out to stop me.
“Don’t run; sit and listen. Where will my bike go? I can’t leave it on the street, not in that neighbourhood, baby girl. There are no safe spaces nearby, either. I checked to find somewhere I could leave it, but there’s nowhere safe.”
I want to argue, but he’s right. I live in one of the worst neighbourhoods. I chose it because it was cheap and I knew Joel wouldn’t look for me there.
“So, take a look.” He slides papers across to me, and I look. It’s an apartment.
“I don’t want your money, Daddy.” He isn’t paying for the f*****g place.
“Look, the way I see i
