“It wasn’t supposed to go like this, man. Things just… didn’t work out. I made some bad calls, alright? I thought I had it handled.”
Mara turned on him with the kind of exhausted fury that accumulates when two people have been blaming each other for long enough.
“Don’t start. You promised me this would work,” she snapped at him. “You said you had it all figured out. Look at us now.”
“I made some bad calls, alright?”
I had nothing more to say to either of them.
“There’s nothing left here. For any of us.”
“Arnold, wait…please,” Mara called after me as I turned to leave. “You can’t do this. This is our home.”
Mark stepped forward, desperation brimming in his eyes. “We’ll figure something out, alright? Just… just give us time, man. Don’t throw us out like this.”
I didn’t answer. I got into the truck and closed the door.
“Don’t throw us out like this.”
For a moment, I just sat there. Then I picked up my phone and called the lead mover.
“I need the keys by five.”
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