Chapter 37

Leo stuffed the notice in his back pocket, and instead of going through his own door, he pushed open the fire door that would take him to the stairs. If he was panicking, Gordy was going to be freaking the fuck out.

He took the stairs to the next level two at a time and didn’t have to knock when he got there.

Gordy yanked the door to the apartment open, white as a sheet and with eyes as big as dinner plates. “It’s fine,” he said, his voice cracking. “Obviously we’re not going to find a place, and this is probably for the best. I mean, what can they do? So they take her, so what? Maybe they’ll have better luck then we’re having—” He choked, be it on the words, a dry throat, or the ghost-hand of his mother around his neck. He had to swallow hard several times.

Leo stepped into the apartment. He moved Gordy away from the door and shut it behind him. “Take a breath.”