When Ethan had left Cassie’s apartment in a flurry, she had not known what she had just unleashed. Now, a journal entry and some texts later, the fellow single mother was painfully aware. Cassie had not meant to cause a problem for Mira.When she’d made the comment to Ethan, she’d had no idea that Mira was involved with Whitby’s apparent blood-getting schemes.
Cassie did not think well of her current landlord. She did not think well of the former friend who had been at her wedding in Seattle. She did not think well of his scheme. But the moment Cassie had learned the truth about how Mira had afforded their apartment, her heart was clutched with empathy and sympathy for her friend. Mira had been willing to do anything to get her son out of that trailer park and into a better life.
She’d been waiting for Mira’s knock, and Cassie opened the door a mere split second after it came. “Please, come in,” Cassie wrapped her arm around her friend and brought her into the sanctuary of Cassie’s apartment. Mira looked like she had been crying. She clearly needed a safe space and a girl friend to talk to. “Let me get you some tea.” Cassie would have offered coffee, but tea was more calming.
“Tell me what’s happened.” She’d covered it briefly, but Cassie wanted to hear the whole story.