Thirty Three
"How many times did you really bring Avery into my house?"
I sputtered, at a loss for words. "H-How did you know about that?"
"Why does it matter? What matters is that it happened, didn't it?"
Of course it was Anya, who else could it be? That little brat couldn't keep her mouth shut!
"I..." my palms were sweaty, bile rising in my throat. Of course, I was terrified of losing my job, and the place I was staying in. But somehow, I was even more terrified of losing Vincent. Vincent who had been nothing but sweet, caring and accommodating. Who opened his home to me, opened up to me and comforted me. Who made every payment to me on time, not a second late, not a dollar missing.
Vincent who had become a friend, and I betrayed him. I couldn't bear the way he was looking at me, disappointed, angry, hurt.