“We’re going to need someone to house-sit our New York apartment,” Cal plunged on, ignoring our antics. “Why don’t you do it? You’ve always wanted to live in New York.” Yes, but that was before. Before I realized I’d never go to college. Before I got knocked up and had a kid at twenty-three. Before the baby daddy left me publicly for the town’s crooked mayor, with whom he had an affair. “Dude, what are you talking about? I can’t afford life in New York.” I barked out a laugh. “What’s to afford?” Row butted into the conversation, his voice dark, gruff, and perpetually sneering. “We’re going to
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