help.
His girlfriend, Tessa, opened the door wearing Eric’s shirt.
“I’m not asking for money for myself. Her treatment is expensive.”
She looked at Chloe, then at me, and smiled without warmth.
“Eric, your baby mama’s here looking for another handout.”
I felt my face burn.
Behind her, Eric appeared barefoot, annoyed.
“Just look at your daughter,” I said. “I’m not asking for money for myself. Her treatment is expensive.”
Eric glanced toward the carrier briefly.
I stood there
