18 - Deal

18 - Deal

Summer

My hand was shaking with anger and shame when I ended the call. My biological mom, Carol, needed more funds for her boyfriend, who was an alcoholic. My parents had already paid her for her house with the money I sent them for their savings, and now she wanted more.

“Everything okay?”

I looked at Damon, his gray eyes closed off and I prayed he heard nothing. “Y-yeah, everything is fine,” I forced a smile and looked at the small restaurant. “I thought we were going to talk in private?”

He stared at me for a moment. Without the heels, I reached his shoulders, and I didn’t like that he could look down on me. “Right this way,” he said, turning around, and I followed him.