“What are you laughing at?” I ask. “When you said you needed to earn money, it made me think about how this girl I know is applying at a new brothel opening up in Sparks.” I quirk a brow. “Seriously?” “Yes. Can you imagine sleeping with nasty men for money?” She scoffs. No, but I can imagine sleeping with a nasty man to keep Mom safe and a roof over my head, which is way worse.
