“What? Why? Are you struggling—” “No,” I snap, cutting her off. “I make every payment on time, but these assholes decided they want to turn my apartment building into a parking garage.” “Oh my God!” “Yeah. So, I have until the end of the month to get out.” “Can they do that?” she asks, her hand over her chest. Oh, sweet, naive little Isabel. So pure she can’t even wrap her head around how dickheads work. I love that about her. “Apparently.” “So, what are you going to do?” “Probably going to have to catch a flight home from Austin. I need to find a new place to live.”
