“One of those rooms is open now.”
Kayla swung around.
“You made me an appointment?”
“I found a listing,” Andrew answered.
I picked up his phone and looked at it.
A bright upstairs bedroom. Shared kitchen. Small backyard.
“I found a listing.”
Nothing luxurious.
Nothing awful.
Just a room.
I held the phone toward Kayla.
“We’re going to look at it.”
“I’m not moving there.”
“Then don’t. We’re still looking.”
She frowned.
“You can’t make me.”
“I’m not moving there.”
“You’re right.” I set the phone down. “But if you’re staying here while you figure out your next step, I need to see you taking one.”
Kayla stared at me.
Then she marched upstairs.
A door shut.
“You’re right.”
Andrew took a sip of coffee.
“Think that went well.”
I looked at him.
“Not one word.”
“Understood.”
Twenty minutes later, Kayla came downstairs in jeans and a sweatshirt.
