Chapter 44

Then, pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked away without looking back.

She had nowhere to go. She just followed the road away from the villa, wandering aimlessly into the night.

Give her two weeks? What was he trying to prove? That she couldn't survive without him?

She was penniless. She had no place to go. Just as Clifford had implied, without him, she was homeless.

She walked for what felt like hours. As the night deepened, the air grew colder. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

Eventually, she found an underpass. It was brightly lit, and a few people were scattered about, each occupying their own small territory.

After a moment's hesitation, Latisha found a spot far away from the others and squatted down, hugging her suitcase.