Not live here anymore? Was this a joke? The whole reason that everyone had helped her was so she could keep the house. And if she didn’t live here, where was she supposed to go? She glanced around the room, listened to her friends’ muted conversations nearby. They were here helping her, but to what end? So she could lose the house anyway? “I don’t understand. You said if we got this place cleaned up, I could stay. You promised.” He watched her with a hooded expression. She couldn’t tell if he was angry or joking or just being himself. He gave an exaggerated sigh. “I was not aware of the structural damage.” “Then you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” This had to be a nightmare. Someone pinch her so she could wake up and realize that it was still morning and she was alone in bed. “So where do I go? What do I do?” Page walked into the living room and put her hand on her back.
