After washing up in the other bathroom, I brushed my teeth and settled in bed. I listened to Thorn moving around beyond my door. Maybe I was crazy having a stranger in my house. I mean, what did I really know about him? He could be a thief or drug addict, and I, the biggest fool in the universe. But somehow,I didn’t think so. He reeked of desperation borne out of bad circumstances and possible abuse. I thought he simply needed time and the chance to find his way again.
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I woke to what sounded like an argument and threats of bodily harm. It was a female voice, which would mean Shirley. Uh-oh.
I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room to see Shirley being held firmly against Trent’s chest as she berated and kicked at Thorn, who was yelling right back at her.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I snapped, loud enough to get their attention, and everyone froze.