“What do you mean, they’re going to find you here?” Robert asked, the color draining from his face.

Evan let out a ragged, hysterical laugh. “We weren’t evicted because the landlord sold the building, Robert. We were evicted because the marshals showed up.

We’re three months behind on rent, yeah — but that’s a drop in the bucket.”

“Evan, I swear to God, if you say one more word—” Madison hissed, knuckles white.

“She took out loans,” Evan blurted, speaking directly to me now, realizing I was the only one in the room with any actual power. “Online, shady, high-interest payday loans.

Tens of thousands of dollars. For the Napa trip. For her leased Mercedes. And when her credit tapped out…”