ALMA

I slipped off. My bad.

And there was no way in hell I'd sit there and remind myself of what Carl and I used to be. The memories, reliving them now and forcing myself to forget the terrible breakout, weren't exactly bad. We had fun times, but Carl wasn't here to talk about that.

He was here to play clown for my daughter while I sat in the study section and tried to bag a deal while keeping an eye on them because I wasn't sure I could trust him yet. He might not be the worst person on ...