As I stepped into the kitchen, the aroma of scrambled eggs filled my nostrils. My stomach growled in hunger. I also hadn’t eaten since this morning because I was too busy taking care of Alana’s shit.

“All I found in your fridge were eggs, ham, a protein shake, and two beers.”

“What did you expect, huh? This house is just a hideout when I get tired of dealing with shit out there.”

“So it’s true that this isn’t your house.”

“My house is in Chicago. I'm here just for ...