“Paige,” she slurred, “where have you been?” “Out.” Her eyelids were drooping. I took her by the elbows. “Hey, when was the last time you slept?” “I’m not sure. Doesn’t matter. Do you know when Jaxon’s next pay packet is coming in?” I frowned. “Has he not paid you, either?” “Said he wanted to see progress. Need to make more progress.”
