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“I was!”
“How can you say that when youjustfudged the numbers. If you loved me, how could you do that to me?” I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. There wasn’t a good answer. “Exactly,” Harry said. “Now you need to get out.”
“Harry, I—”
“Get out. Now.”
I stood up from the couch, my heart breaking and breaking with each step. As I opened the door, I saw the cats peeking out from the kitchen, and I gave them a little wave before walking out, closing the door behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bullet
I was struggling to do much of anything for the rest of the day, but I knew that I had to get the rest of the money and get it over to the club so that they were all set for bills. Unfortunately, my money was listed in both my name and Cameron’s so that he could use it as he saw fit, meaning I had to involve him in pulling the money out, and explaining why. I flopped down to my bed, laying on my back, and trying to figure out how I didn’t see the signs. Obviously, Celia didn’t really care about me. There were so many red flags, I just chose to ignore them because I loved her and didn’t want it to be true.
How dumb could I be?
There was no time for moping. Cameron and I were going to need to pull out the money, and I was battling between just calling him or actually going to see him in person, when my phone rang.
It was Cameron.
“Hey,” I answered, and even I could hear how exhausted I sounded.
“Where are you right now?” he asked. “Are you at your house? I’m almost at your house.”
The cats scattered from around my feet as I sat up. I hadn’t even realized they were there. “You’re coming to my house?” I asked. “Why?”
“Because I havehugenews. Come let me in,” he said, and then the line went dead.
“Okay,” I replied to no one, then slid my phone into my pocket and stood up out of bed.
With the cats leading the way, I made my way down the hallway and up to the front door, and as he said, Cameron’s car was pulling up in front. He parked and was out of the car in a flash. He ran up the sidewalk and had a huge smile on his face.
“Hey!” he said, throwing his arms around me in a hug. “Is Celia here?”
It burned my throat just to hear her name. “No.”
“Okay, well let’s head in and I’ll give you the good news!”
We walked back inside the house and sat down at the dining room table. I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and went and sat down across from Cameron.
“Okay, guess what?” he said.
“What?”
“You have a little sister!”
“Marisha’s pregnant?” I asked.
Cameron shook his head. “No!Yoursister! The private investigator found her and your mother living in South Florida!”
My stomach emptied out. “Are you serious?”
“Yes!” Then he frowned. “Now, it’s not all good news. He found her because another C.P.S. case got opened, but this is kind of a final strike situation. Your mom is being arrested and your sister is being removed from the home. It’ll be kind of a long battle, but as long as we can fund it, we shouldn’t have any trouble getting custody of her.”
Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. “What’s her name?”
“Ruby.”
