Page 7 of Sins of the Father

It didn’t.

Just another reason you’re a loser.

And I’m about to run out of money.

I need a job.

It’s not that I don’t want to work. But I spent my life working to make money in a job that didn’t excite me. And it didn’t get me anywhere, so what is the point of going down that route again?

When my alarm rings, I jump in the shower and quickly get ready. I try to hire an Uber, but my account is too low, and I groan.

I forgot to transfer more money over, and it takes five business days.

I call Quinn.

“Hey, girl. Tell me you aren’t backing out and going to miss my wedding?”

“No. Hey, can you swing by and pick me up?”

“We’ll be late and miss the flight time. I told you to move on this side of town,” Jamison calls out.

I ignore his comment.

It’s too far to walk.

The bus and subway don’t go there.

“Harper, take a cab.”

This is so embarrassing.

“I ran into a problem with my bank account. Can you order me one?”

“Sure. Why didn’t you just say? I’ll give you cash when you get to the airport.”

Your little brother has to give you money.

Ugh. This is a new low.

“Thanks. I’ll be fine. If you can just order an Uber, please.”

“On it. See you soon.”

I hang up and go into my closet. I pull out the safe and open it up.

The last remaining items I have of value gleam up at me. They are the only two things left in the box.

My heart drops, which I didn’t expect. After all, I am over him.

I pick up my wedding rings and zip them in my purse pocket.

As soon as I get to Chicago, I need to find a pawnshop.

The Uber beeps, and I run out the door. I’m the last one to get on the plane, and the door shuts almost immediately behind me.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Jamison’s eyes drill into mine. “You okay?”

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