“I have to go back to that house,” I said.

Sarah turned her whole body toward me.

The keys in her pocket went silent.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sarah said.

“You’re staying in my spare room.

You’re not sleeping under the same roof as that man.”

“If I don’t get that paper, I’ll owe eighty-two thousand dollars,” I said.

“They’ll garnish my wages until this baby is in high school.”