Chapter 4

Yesenia's eyes slid over to Latisha, lingering on the faint marks on her neck. She forced a bright, brittle smile. “How else am I supposed to find you?”

Clifford turned to Latisha. "Go on inside. Time for work."-

Latisha nodded and walked past Yesenia into the café. It was the only place that had been willing to hire her.

The moment she was gone, Yesenia looped her arm through Clifford's, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Are you still mad at me?"

"Get in the car."

She clung to him, and he didn't push her away. Before getting into the passenger seat, Yesenia pulled a small bottle of disinfectant spray from her purse. She spritzed it liberally all over the seat where Latisha had just been sitting.

"Just need to sanitize,” she said, looking up at him with a dazzling smile. She found the idea of sharing a space with Latisha distasteful.