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She knew she was up to date on her utilities. There had been a time when those letters had scared the crap out of her. She’d gone to Nick because the city had threatened to turn her power off. Pride goeth before hot water for her son.
Maybe it’s a letter from Lori.
Lori used pink sticky notes with cute little unicorns in the corner.
With shaking fingers, she pulled the letter off the door. It took her three tries to get her key into the lock and open her front door. No need for some lens to read the letter over her shoulder or something.
She dropped her purse on the end table and ripped the envelope open. Three pages of words melted and jumped all over the place. She had to grab the edge of her couch and suck in a slow breath through her nose and out her mouth as the room tilted back into place.
One word had been crystal clear. In capitals and a huge block font just to be sure she saw it.
Eviction.
She slumped onto the couch and put her head between her knees.
No. No. No.
It couldn’t be right.
Was there a cosmic cloud over her head full of flaming meteorites set on destruction?
Chloe slid off her couch to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her shins, then pressed her forehead to her knees. The urge to rage and scream was so close to the surface.
Closer than it had ever been.
Why? She was a good person. She paid her taxes, started a college fund for her son, donated what she could to animals.
It wasn’t an astounding life, but she’d at least made her mark on the earth with a beautiful child. So, why did she keep stepping in steaming shit piles every time she turned around?
She dug out her phone and texted Ivy. Again, her text went through, but didn’t show delivered. Jinx wasn’t exactly her first choice on the disaster front, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The little bubbles that signified a return text came alive on her screen. Chloe blinked to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.
JJ: What’s up chica? I’m boarding a plane for Jamaica. Dr. Nerdgasm is amazing.
Chloe slumped against the couch. Hey, I’m evicted. Can you bail me out? Yeah, that wasn’t exactly the text she could shoot back to one of her best friends as she’s having the time of her life.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuckity-fuck-fuck.
CA: Have the best time! I’m so jealous.
JJ: I’m going to try. I miss you guys. I’ll be home in ten days, I promise. Maybe fourteen. ;)
She could call her dad, but his little apartment was an efficiency at best. A bed, a television, and a shower the size of a closet. No place for a child to play. And obviously Lori was out since she was literally her neighbor in the duplex.
She raked her hands through her hair, pulling at the roots until the pain cleared her stupid head.
Michael.
No. No way was she going to ask him.
He’d help.
It wasn’t his place to help, dammit. She had to help herself.
