More laughing.
Then another comment.
What about your mom?
Mia rolled her eyes.
“Mom barely leaves her room.”
Brent smirked.
“She’s basically furniture.”
The room suddenly felt very cold.
I saved the video.
Downloaded a backup.
Then another.
The next morning I called my attorney.
By noon, I called my accountant.
By evening, I called my financial adviser.
Three conversations.
Three hours.
